And a little later, the cramps kicked in…
Well, I didn’t return yesterday evening, did I? Just as we were about to have supper, the vet called to summon me immediately to the special veterinary hospital, state-of-the-art, sit there for hours…
And the bottom line is, there isn’t much that they can do, other than hit us up for great gobs of money. I had to leave Robbie there overnight for more tests and a “consultation” sometime today.
Thunderstorm and torrential downpour on my way home. Think that slows up Jersey drivers on the highway? It’s just a challenge to them.
Painful cramps woke me up three times last night.
As for what today holds, I have absolutely no idea. I’ll try to do as much of my work as I can: better than sitting around fretting and fuming.