Easy come, easy go
27 December 2010 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delphipsmithWe started off the Christmas festivities with a bang, in the form of emergency surgery for the dog early in the day Christmas Eve. The incredibly expensive diagnosis listed on her discharge sheet three days later when we brought her home was "Malposition of abdominal contents" which means...well, basically this, but I'll let you imagine. Suffice it to say that for the surgeon it was a bit like untangling thick skeins of Christmas lights. So all those Christmas checks from family and friends? Spent. Completely.
After that there's really nowhere to go but up. Did the usual family thing on Christmas Eve complete with hordes of small jammy-handed children running/screaming/yelling. When they were finally unleashed on their Christmas presents it was like watching a school of sharks frenzying in a pile of chum. We had fun but were pleased to get home to our own house, which has NO small jammy-handed children. Then Christmas Day, the other usual family thing, but this time with fewer jammy-handed children (two) and large quantities of my great-grandmother's infamous and highly potent egg nog, so that was a Good Thing. The kids liked their present: an enormous two-level cage for their family of gerbils (which is quickly increasing due to a delay in sexing and separating the last litter). The cat seemed to enjoy it as well.
The dog is home now; no appetite but then if my innards had been rearranged I probably wouldn't be hungry either. We're glad she's home, though we're trying to not think about how much poorer we are now than we were three days ago -- pound for pound, I believe the dog is now as expensive as white truffles LOL!
After that there's really nowhere to go but up. Did the usual family thing on Christmas Eve complete with hordes of small jammy-handed children running/screaming/yelling. When they were finally unleashed on their Christmas presents it was like watching a school of sharks frenzying in a pile of chum. We had fun but were pleased to get home to our own house, which has NO small jammy-handed children. Then Christmas Day, the other usual family thing, but this time with fewer jammy-handed children (two) and large quantities of my great-grandmother's infamous and highly potent egg nog, so that was a Good Thing. The kids liked their present: an enormous two-level cage for their family of gerbils (which is quickly increasing due to a delay in sexing and separating the last litter). The cat seemed to enjoy it as well.
The dog is home now; no appetite but then if my innards had been rearranged I probably wouldn't be hungry either. We're glad she's home, though we're trying to not think about how much poorer we are now than we were three days ago -- pound for pound, I believe the dog is now as expensive as white truffles LOL!
