* Y'all are too kind. Thank you for your comments, your tweets, your e-mails, your WWF chats and facespace comments and messages and oh, hell, there is something in my eye. I'm not going to stop blogging. I just don't want to be a big fat downer, y'know?
* Since so many of you expressed concern about Isis and I'm not facespace friends with all of you and not everyone is on the Twitter, here is the deal with Isis. We spent three hours at the vet. It sucked a lot. They had a poor little mutt come in as an emergency who was hit by a car and we had to wait while they patched him up as best they could. His owner was bawling in the waiting room. I felt awful for her! Meanwhile, Bumpus flying-tackled Hotter, launching himself from the exam table directly into Hotter's face and knocking him onto the floor, Little Child climbed the exam table, Bumpus humped the shit out of Isis, both dogs and at least one human had gas, and chaos pretty much reigned. You think I'm kidding? Here is the only picture I snapped that doesn't show any of my kids' faces:
* As for Isis's lump, the vet didn't like the look of it and did a needle biopsy. The mass in Isis's abdomen is a lymphnode, and the vet is more concerned about the superficial lumps (there are two now). She was hoping they were cysts and that she would be able to drain them with the needle, but no such luck. She did get enough of a sample to send to pathology, and in the scuffle I forgot to ask when that would be back (I know, I suck! I'll call tomorrow). Meanwhile, Isis is on a broad-spectrum antibiotic that kills "everything but MRSA" and we're to apply hot compresses twice a day to encourage any infection to come to the surface and drain. If that doesn't happen they'll need to operate. Between the cost of the biopsy and HALF the course of antibiotic (I'll have to go back for the rest after I get paid), here is what our bank accounts now look like (I actually thought we'd be overdrawn and laughed the laugh of the unhinged when I saw this):
* The MFA Children, exam-table climbing aside, were absolute angels during the long wait. Middly said "your face is worried about my dog and so I am worried, too." Take that, people who said he'd never read faces or show empathy! When I saw the bill and he saw my face, he teared up and gave me a hug. "Thank you for saving my dog," he said happily. Oh, buddy. I hope this works.
* I...am not even a little bit okay. I don't really feel anything except wheezy, because our vet treats cats, too. I'm a little concerned that my priorities are out of whack. My husband desperately needs a ton of dental work and I just spent everything we had trying to save a dog? The trolls of the world are going to love this shit. Physically I think I am on the mend; my ear and sinuses were not terribly painful today and things are draining. Some of what is draining is blood, but I think that's just what I get for taking NSAIDs. At this point I'm more concerned about my mental health (see: priorities, above) and so I am going to get back off the innernet. I'll let you know when we know something about Isis.