I don't usually have 2 crappy days in a row. Since yesterday was a terrible day, I woke up this morning to grand illusions that things would have improved. The trip to my doctor this morning proved a downward spiral for the rest of the day. I went in to get a simple refill on my hormones. Being post-menopausal, it's something I take very seriously and I really (really!) needed them. The doctor said, "I don't think you need these anymore." and started flapping his gums about homeopathic remedies. This doctor got the same response as the doctor who told me I didn't need an epidural when I was in labour with my 3rd child because I already had two kids and wouldn't feel much pain in childbirth. Happily, both these doctors still have their testicles and I got my epidural and my hormones.
As usual, I digress...
I can't figure out if it was the full moon or what, but I was beginning to think there was something to Murphy's Law. Nobody has died or anything, but it's been one thing after another. We've had two requests to return cats through no fault of their own, a $10,000.00 vet bill, some veterinary misunderstandings, an emergency shelter run this afternoon because they were going to euthanize a cat with a uterine infection - might be gangrene...yada...yada...yada. Geez..I find myself getting mad all over again as started to type the list!
The best part of two bad days in a row, is that there won't be a third bad day. There never is. Whenever there is a bad day, a REALLY good day is just around the corner and dammit, I'm ready to receive one. What'll it be...a hard-to-adopt-cat adoption inquiry? A volunteer begging to drive a cat to the vets for me?
An Update from the Vets: The kitty with the uterine infection is going to be OK! They're spaying her this afternoon and she'll make a full recovery.
See? Good news is happening already - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!