What a freaking morning! It actually all started last night when I noticed Wormy had a bum leg and it went downhill from there.

So, of course I worry about the dog - have no idea what he did to it, didn't see him screw it up, didn't hear him yelp or cry. Just noticed him walking funny. It was almost 7 pm so I called the vet knowing I'd most likely need to make an appointment for the next day. The chick I talked to said 'can you do 8 am?' and I said yes, figuring she meant today.

I was awake about 4 am - just couldn't sleep. Worried about the dog and HOW MUCH MONEY this was going to cost me - ugh! I finally decided to stop tossing and turning and just get up at like 6 am - took a shower and of course, the boys woke up. Waaayyy too early for me. When they kids get up early - before I have had a sip of coffee, chaos usually ensues and that makes me grumpy. The plan was for CJ to take Livi to the bus stop and my grandmother was going to come over to be with the boys since CJ had to go to work right after getting Livi on the bus. So the morning was a whirlwind until I got out the door with the dog at 7:50 am.

I got to the vet and checked in and they told me my appointment is TOMORROW at 8 am. !!!! They don't have a doctor there on Wednesday mornings. sonofabitchwhatthefuck?%&(&^$!!!
I swear I never heard the chick I spoke to last night say THURSDAY morning at 8 am. They gave me the option of leaving him there and at some point during the day a vet would see him but I know that is expensive, it's considered 'urgent care' so I brought him home.

I was told I need to make sure he doesn't use the stairs and that he just rests. He's alert, eating and drinking but I can tell he is upset about this. He was always so playful and now he just lays around : [