Well, the news isn't too good for Callie. It's a full blown relapse. We went 2 1/2 years after the first one and now 4 weeks since the last one. She had an enema this morning already (I think she's having a worse day than I am). I have a feeling she won't be coming home tonight. Her condition isn't quite as bad as a month ago, so maybe it won't take as much to get her back on her feet. I'm hoping.
The office girl (not a term I normally use, but she was rude to me, so there) was quite rude again so I told her I just need to speak to the doctor, now, thank you. He answered right away and he explained all the treatment that was underway. I did ask him if he had new staff out front, he said there are two need staff members. I said I felt she was very rude to me. He said she was just in training, and I told him I thought that he needed to know.
Then I called the tire place, they hadn't gotten around to picking up my car yet. Hopefully they have gotten it by now, but I don't know.
My nephew Adam, DR Sam's brother, should be here any minute. We're still going to do that late lunch, then he said he'd take me to the vet and I'm hoping to the tire place where, since I know I ran over a screw and I know the sidewalls look trashed, I'll be buying my 5th tire in 2 days.
I've been in tears a few times about Callie, but other than that I've really kept my sense of humor today.