Could 2000 get any suckier??? (dog, daughter mentioned)

[Guest guest]

Hi all.

I have decided that the year 2000 is the most awful year I've had in my life.

I'm not a political follower nor do I give a rat's hiney about all this

presidential " stuff " (they all suck as far as I'm concerned) but I was

shocked by the news that the Governor of our state died in a plane crash last

night. Just thought I would mention this. I'm not distraught over this,

just shocked.

Let's see...this is how my day went today...

I went to work this morning and got a hinkling to call my insurance to see if

they would cover the procedure to reattach my right tube. Get ready for this

one... They said " no " because they consider it a tubal ligation reversal.

EXCUSE ME???? Since when do we elect to have an ep and just for the fun of

it, decide to remove part of the tube. I told the lady on the phone that the

separation of my tube was a direct result of the ep and I had no choice in

the matter. I asked how I could fight this dumb a** (not the words I chose)

decision and she said that the dr could gather medical info and facts, blah,

blah, blah and fax them to a number so they could do a " predetermination " .

Well, La De Da. What do you think the odds of them changing their minds are?

Better luck playing the lottery, I'm sure.

Next on my " fun filled Tuesday " ...

I had to leave work early so I could take Jake to the vet. I had held out a

sliver of hope that the blood work would come back positive for a fungal

infection because that was at least treatable. Can you guess the results?

Think really hard about the kind of year I've had and that's your answer. OF

COURSE it came back negative for the fungal infection. The dr is about 99.9%

sure it's cancer. Amputation with chemo (very VERY expensive though expense

hasn't been an issue so far) will keep him around for about 6 months. As the

dr was telling me all this, I was trying so hard not to cry in front of him.

My face got hot and I got a doozy of a headache.

The only thing that kept me together was the resident cat named Clyde. He

seemed to know I needed some lovin' because he was right there with me and

let me pick him up and cuddled. He even gave cat kisses which helped me so

much. I was so thankful to get out of that office so I could cut loose and

cry all the way home, which I did. The dr gave him prednisone to alleviate

some of the swelling in his knee and it will make him comfortable for a

while. That's all I ask. I don't want him to suffer so our next step is

deciding when to put him to sleep.

I don't know how I will explain this to our daughter. She is three years old

and she has grown up with him around. We got Jake in Oct of 96 the year I

got pg with her. He was there when she was brought home from the hospital.

I remember him sniffing her.

I guess we will do it when she's at the daycare. I think I will have to go

take him by myself because I doubt if my dh wants to see that. I don't know.

It will be really hard for me to see him upset. I was debating whether or

not to be there when they do it. I think I should but I hate to cry in front

of people.

I would like any input from anyone out there that has gone through this. How

hard was it for you? Were you there when they gave them the injection? Were

you not there but wished you had been?

You can email me privately at Teneniel2@...

Thanks again, everyone, for listening. I needed to get this off my chest

since I can't get a hold of my dh right now.

((((((HUGS)))))),