As if we weren’t having enough “fun” here, yesterday as I was puttering in the front yard a black widow spider bit my right hand.
OOOWWWWWWW!!! Does that HURT!
And it still hurts this morning, as dawn cracks.
This would be quite enough “fun” if I didn’t already hurt from head to toe with this accursed peripheral neuropathy. Add the pain from a spider bite, and…HOLEEE MAQUEREL!!!
To frost that cake, Ruby the Corgi is sick. She’s laying on the bed hyperventilating.
No way for me to get her to the vet, not without a car. My son is swamped with work and also sick himself, so asking him to come here, pick her up, and drive her back and forth is…out of the question.
Add the cleaning-lady maliciousness…and, by golly, we are in TROUBLE!
Just bite the bullet and pay the $100 for the vet to come to you.
I didn’t even know a vet would do that!