Today sucks

[littleheaven]

I'm so damn upset I can't see straight.

Late last night my little rat Abby almost choked to death, right in front of me. Everything I did to try and help her only seemed to make it worse. In a fit of panic, I ran upstairs and woke my husband up. He came down to have a look, and basically said there was nothing I could do, and that I should go to bed.

Well, excuse me for not wanting to leave my baby to a horrid, frightening death. I went galloping off to the emergency vet at midnight, with gasping, gagging rat in tow. She improved during the car ride, and the vet was able to give her a broncho-dilator and an antibiotic for the pneumonia that was causing the inability to breathe.

I slept the whole night on the sofa, with her in a little cage beside my head, so that I'd wake if she started to choke again. Not that I actually really went to sleep. At all.

At 7.30am I went to wake hubby up so he could go to work - he's off on a weekend golfing trip with the boys after that, returning Sunday. He wouldn't even speak to me, or say goodbye when he left! Because I'd woken him up and now he's pissy about not getting enough sleep. Didn't even ask if Abby was okay. Selfish bastard. I'd much rather have had no sick rat, and gone to bed at a reasonable hour, and got some sleep myself. Not like I enjoyed screaming with panic at quarter to twelve when I should have been getting some much-needed rest. I can't believe he's angry at me for needing a little moral support.

So now I'm not only tired, stressed, and worried, I'm also in floods of tears, and my face is all red and puffy, and I'm going to be late for work. I'm going to be later than late, because I have to take Abby to the vet so they can watch her while I'm at work.

I just want to go back to bed and not get out again until Monday.

Comments

[emma-daisy.livejournal.com]

Oh sweetie *covers you in hugs and love*

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Thank you, honey. I know it's a pretty insignificant thing to be upset about, in the grand scheme of things, but it hurt so much. All I needed was a hug, I don't think that was too much to ask. Sometimes he makes me so mad.

If he rings me at work today (and I doubt he will), he's getting an earful of my icon.

[emma-daisy.livejournal.com]

*hugs you so tightly that you get lost in my hair. Again*

I've always taken the view that anything that upsets you, is not insignificant. If your hurt by something, then it matters very much. I expect he knows he's been an idiot and will will throw himself at your mercy. I know I would. *g*

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

I hope you're right.

I think he had low blood sugar this morning (he's a type1 diabetic) and that always makes him a grumpy shit. Normally by lunchtime he's a changed man.

I just hope he gets to the Coromandel and back safely. I'd hate our last conversation to be me yelling "don't say goodbye then" out the back door!

[emma-daisy.livejournal.com]

I'd hate our last conversation to be me yelling "don't say goodbye then" out the back door!

Honey, you shouldn't think like that. It'll just make you sick with worry even though you know rationally that he'll be fine. If it starts to make you crazy you should give him a call.

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

I've issued a directive that he must txt me when he gets there. But I'd like to have a civilised conversation with him before he leaves. I worry about everything, so I can't do much about worrying that they'll get there safe. But I have a policy of never letting things go on a bad note. Just in case :o)

[tesla321.livejournal.com]

Glad I'm divorced. Not fond of husbands. Poor baby ratty!

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sometimes you really do wonder if they're more trouble than they're worth ;o)

[writingpathways.livejournal.com]

Hi. Been lurking around but had to give ((hugs)) a sick pet is a priority! Hope Abby's better soon!

[littleheaven70.livejournal.com]

Thanks, she looks quite good this morning, despite the odd gurgling noise in her chest. I'm just about to take her down to my wonderful, kind, amazing vets so they can look after her while I'm working. (I love my vets).

I took one of my babies to work once, and I got all kinds of shit about it. "If we let you bring your rat in, then we have to let everyone else bring in their sick dogs and cats..." :sigh: Office politics suck. I would have taken her with me and saved myself some money otherwise!

[mrsotown.livejournal.com]

*major huggles*

Hope it sorts out soon.

And he'd better apologise or I'll come over there and hit him over the head!

[starlet2367.livejournal.com]

Hugs, hugs and more hugs. I love you, sweetie, and your little rat, too. :)