* Cytology results: mixed inflammatory and neoplastic cells. Neoplastic = cancer per our vet. God dammit.
* For fun I spiked a fever at work and my ear and the whole left side of my head started hurting badly enough that I didn't even argue with Hotter when he said he really thought I ought to go back to Urgent Care.
* Where I promptly fainted, which apparently they frown upon. The good news is, it was just my blood pressure sucking ass, as it tends to do when I am ill in pretty much any way. The bad news is, I still have a fever, a crappy ear and infected sinuses. They put me on steroids in addition to the antibiotics, because I need reasons to not sleep, be emo, and eat my feelings right now.
* On the way through the drive-thru at the pharmacy where I was dropping off my four (YES, FOUR! BECAUSE I CAN TOTALLY AFFORD THAT OH HAHAHA) new prescriptions, smoke started pouring out from under the hood of the MFA Minivan. Or maybe it was steam because I was driving through several inches of water, from all the tornadoes? The temperature gauge looked okay and I'll see how it acts tomorrow I guess.
* Lightning struck our big tree out back, the one with the engine hoist I use to hang things while I butcher them. HA! YOU MISSED ME!
* Isis has surgery scheduled for bright and early Monday morning. The good news is, I found a surgeries-only veterinary practice/animal healing ministry that caters to low-income families that'll excise the mass for a flat fee of $125 since it is smaller than a quarter. They sound a little woo-woo, but I don't really care if they pray over my dog while she's asleep as long as they remove the mass and don't expect me to join in. Pathology is another $100 and I really want to get that done, just so we know, but I don't know if I'll be able to afford it (you have to pay up front, in cash or certified funds) (I told you they catered to low-income people there). No, I would not put a dog through chemo even if I could afford it because I don't think that's fair to do to a creature that wouldn't understand the why of it all, but there is a chance (if this thing is, in fact, malignant) that it's isolated and removing the thing would be a cure. I'm not going to let a dog who's not even two yet NOT have at least a chance at that by getting this thing removed, and if it IS cancer then I guess we'll just love her until she's not having fun anymore.
* The bad news, of course, is that we really can't afford surgery no matter how reasonable, especially in light of the money I just spent at Urgent Care and whatever the hell the MFA Minivan's problem is.
* Banfield Pet Hospital = assholes. Not only did they pretty much refuse to fax the cytology report to the surgeries-only place, but they also didn't bother calling me back with a treatment plan (I at least wanted to find out how much they'd charge to do the surgery there, if for no other reason than that it would console me somewhat if we end up saving a bundle).
* I was going to cap ad sales when I'd filled up the immediately-visible portion of the left sidebar, but I'm willing to put up with my right-sidebar content (which you may have noticed I try to keep to me-only stuff) being displaced for a couple of months if anyone else would like to buy an ad. I need to raise at least $125 but ideally at least $225 by Monday, plus I'm in the hole for a co-pay and four prescriptions (at the very least; currently we are not even thinking about what the deal is with the MFA Minivan).
* I hate to do this, but at this point I'm desperate and the trolls can rant all they like if it means I'm able to get my dog her surgery and still make rent this month: if you've even considered hitting up the Donate button, now would be a fabulous time (although I'd rather sell you an ad--as you can see, someone already took one out for a cause near and dear to their heart so you don't necessarily have to have a blog/Etsy shop/small business you want to promote--you can even gift a blogger you like with ad space, and if you want to play anonymous Santa for another blogger I'll play along).
* Thank you (yes, YOU), for the ad purchases, donations and other small helps, moral support, and just being here, reading this. If you're reading this, I appreciate you, and that's not even (just) the narcotics and steroids talking. Even if you're that uptight butthead at work who tried (and failed) to make my life suck just a little bit more by complaining about my big bad blog to The Powers That Be, your traffic has helped make this place more marketable to advertisers, so it's all good I guess. Imma get off the innernet before I burst into song and/or tears, but I love you guysh.