We use pee pads for our dogs because they have to pee every 5 minutes and it just wouldn't work out for anyone if we had to let them outside all the time. Anyway, Nigel just had the smelliest poo! It smells like a garbage dump full of diapers with a hint of burning tires. Good job, dog, good job. Even though I picked it up almost immediately, the smell is still lingering. Thank goodness Aaron started frying some shallots for the beef stroganoff he's making for dinner and it's quickly improving the stench situation.
So I have some not so fun plans for the week.
My aunt Ann's chemotherapy has stopped working so she's going to NY to do some kind of experimental immunotherapy thing. I'm not sure on the details because my dad doesn't understand science or medicine and is quite obviously upset as she's his little sister. I don't have much hope for it working as she has Stage IV pancreatic cancer so, pretty much a death sentence. I'd love to be proven wrong, though! She's visiting her dad on Wednesday since she'll be leaving a few days after that. My mom and I don't know if we'll...well, ever seen her again, so we'll be going along to visit and be supportive for my dad. It'll be a jolly time.
I'm hoping I'll be able to keep my mind off the final I have the following day, ironically enough, in Oncology. Luckily, I've been doing well in that class, so I need only like 20% on the exam to pass the class, so I'm not too concerned. Stupid vet school.
Then, on Friday, we're hoping to have an echocardiogram performed on Nesmith. It depends on if either of the traveling ultrasonographers are available. He has a heart murmur that has been getting progressively worse over the years. He's also been coughing a lot more often than usual and I can feel his heart beating on his left more than I should. I think he has cardiomegaly as a result of whatever type of murmur he has. I want to get a diagnosis and see what meds we can give to prevent congestive heart failure. Ace, my childhood dog, died as a result of congestive heart failure and it wasn't a pretty process. Nesmith is such a strange, delicate dog, so I'd really like to get on top of this before he develops it.
My concern that, this week, being stressed and sad, I'll majorly snap at Renee. She's a good friend in vet school and I sit by her so she tends to complain to me about stuff. I mean, we complain to each other, which is normally fine. But damn it, she harps on about the most insignificant things like missing 1 point on an in class exercise or someone making a slightly off comment to her. And she goes on and on and on about it. It's how she deals with stress, which is fine usually, but when I have somewhat life altering things going on, I kind of want to yell at her to be thankful that her loved ones aren't dying. Don't get me wrong, I complain about insignificant things all the time too (hello online diary!) but not to the same extent nor with as much passion or repetition as she does. Also, I'm fairly private. It is very rare that I will tell my vet school friends about a real problem that actually affects me emotionally. I don't like talking about sad things and I'm afraid they'll ask me how I'm doing regarding said thing and it will catch me off guard and trigger emotions! Emotions are not for school! No crying! Here's to hoping I don't snap and say something that could hurt her feelings.
Ok, I'm done. Hopefully I'll be jollier tomorrow.
On a lighter note, here's a chihuahua wearing glasses:
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