Despite the full time job that is nursing a Boston Terrier puppy through a devastating eye injury, the world kept revolving on its axis this week. I am thankful, though, that my client called to postpone a work project. God granted me time to keep an ice pack on Petey’s eye during his naps.
In offspring news, Clark qualified for Texas 5a State in Cross X debate as a 2nd year debater, Susanne swam two swim meets (and won the 500 free in one of them) and sang in her first choir concert, Liz celebrated fall break with the season’s first snow and a bear on campus, Thomas visited us (yay!), and our 5th child who doesn’t like to earn mention in my blogs is great too ;-).
In grown-up news, Pamela got a rejection letter from an agent that sent rejection letters out on the same day after a four-and-half-month review to one of her writer-buddies that had full manuscripts with him, too. Since this happened on the afternoon of the day Petey hurt his eye, it didn’t impact me as much as past rejections have. Instead, it has fueled my conviction that traditional publishing is on its way out. I am embracing the new era.
More grown-up news: Eric discovered this week that he has a large-ish hole in his jawbone from an abscess caused post-root canal, when a tooth that should have had 3 roots turned out to have a hidden 4th root. This root canal was a year ago, leading one to question why he never mentioned the severe pain. His answer? He’s very good at compartmentalization and has a high physical and mental pain threshhold. *sigh* I fear he is not trainable. Anyway, it was so bad that the specialist stopped the surgery in pre-op, and sent Eric home to do a round of antibiotics to clear the infection. The good news is how much better Eric feels since he started the antibiotics. His racing heart beat and constant migraines have stopped. Hmmm. The surgery is next week.
Here’s the visual pupdate.
Take care and have a great weekend, everyone. We will for sure. We are taking Petey, Layla, Cowboy, and JuJu to the vet all at the same time. Those four, plus C, S, E, & P in the Suburban. It should be quite a show. And result in an addition built onto the clinic named in our honor. After we recover, Eric and I are planning to cook our famous white trash dinner for friends, because WE KNOW HOW TO PARTY. Yeah, I know you’re jealous.
p.s. Thanks to my writing buddy and very good friend Heidi Dorey for captioning the Petey-pig photo