This is getting ridiculous. Another late night due to a medical emergency. This time its Calisto the cat. She was wobbling and laying in the middle of the floor much like our Popo did before he died of renal failure. So we brought her to the emergency vet clinic. Of course this is a $400 trip at the end of a month when the checking account reads $140. They wanted $1200 to diagnose what is actually wrong with her. Credit cards are about maxed out thanks to the unfettered lifestyle to which we've long been accustomed but never been able to afford. I am trying to stay positive. I have a limping dog that I was going to spend $400 on next month for her vet visit. Looks like she will continue to limp along. And so will we.
In the meantime this week has brought two broken blackjacks, two late nights involving ER visits, one funeral, two sick pets, and I am pretty sure my boobs are now getting smaller. So I bought a lottery ticket and I am going to burn some sage to clear out the bad mojo. On the upside, everything else is going really well.
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