I had grand plans for this week in terms of things that I was going to get done. Items and projects laid out in the studio, a neatly organized to-do list that didn't seem all that unrealistic (for once) and a general sense of let's-get-to-itiveness (obviously not a word).
Unfortunately, I didn't take a good hard look at one of the things at the beginning of the week. Didn't consider that it might not go over as well as we had hoped.
Little man had a cyst on his leg that needed to be removed. Didn't seem like a big deal, the vet assured us that it wouldn't be anything major. He had surgery on the same leg several years ago to repair a torn tendon (that was major, was horrible and something we never want to repeat) and we sort of figured anything compared to that would be cake.
Yeah. Not so much.
Little man is most displeased with us and is just today, three days later, beginning to relax a little. The day he had his surgery was heartbreaking, crying and moaning and completely inconsolable. We were surprised when we picked him up how big the incision is, it was obviously much worse then we could see on the surface. Realizing that makes me happy we took care of it now rather then waiting.
Once the stitches are out he'll be a much happier camper. But that's eleven days away (give me strength) so we have a long way to go. Last night he decided he wanted the sofa (which is where he usually naps/sleeps) and I took that as a good sign so he's sitting beside me right now as I work on my website, all snuggled in and snoring lightly.
*sigh* Needless to say I've gotten nothing done. Well, except more progress on my website so maybe that's not such a bad thing.
All I have to say is thank the universe for my laptop and seasons 3 and 4 of Weeds...