A Difficult Day, So Far


Well, it has not been a good day thus far. I got a call from the vet around 10:30. Ernie was under anesthesia, and she cleaning his teeth when she discovered that he has a fractured jaw! Good grief! She said that this is not uncommon among these small breeds because their front bone in their jaws is very thin. He also has several teeth that need to be extracted, but she wasn’t sure she would take them out now since it might destabilize the jaw. She was going to take X-rays and consult with a vet dentist. They may have to fix it with wire, or they may do nothing. I am in shock. I am upset. Poor Ernie. What will happen?

Then I went to my appointment with John. He went over what he and Sabrina had discussed. He did tell her that she needed to tolerate my dress, unless my wearing something at school upset the girls. And now for the upsetting part. He feels that I should understand that I probably should not be around Clint. If I want to see Sabrina and/or the girls, I should arrange to go to the house when he isn’t home. Sabrina felt that many “surprises” were thrust upon them when they got home from vacation: Pako in quarantine, my being bit; they (Clint and Sabrina) felt I had caused chaos. John thinks I should not try to contact Clint at all, but he does want to mention to Sabrina that I had messaged Clint and “apologized,” but he never responded to me. I feel upset, because I really don’t know what I have done that made him detest me so, but apparently he does. I am such a “people-pleaser” that it upsets me that apparently I annoy others and that my son-in-law hates me. John is concerned that the girls are seeing this (and hearing disparaging comments from him–I make it a point to never criticize him to them).

So now I’m dreading our appointment tomorrow. I really don’t want to hear bad things about me. I am also afraid that my lack of contact with Sabrina will continue, since he wants her around when he wants her, which is all the time.

On the way home from dropping Ernie off, Cassie called and they want me to pick them up early, because they want to go get something to eat. OK.

I guess I should call the vet and see how Ernie is doing.

What a day!

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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