Yesterday was not good.  It started out with Stella getting stung by a bee.  Again.  This happened to her last year too.  Only this time she handled it like a champ.  Last time, she vomited 5 times and collapsed.

When I had rushed her to the vet last time, I didn’t know yet what was causing all of this orangey throw up (eww!) and lethargy.  The only clue I could give the vet was “Stella rubbed at her ear a few times.”  The vet (and my friend) Kay, found a stinger in her ear.  Boy did I feel stupid. Like, really?  I couldn’t have guessed that?  Or looked more closely at her ear?  I guess that’s what vets are for.  They know their dawgs.

Kay hooked her up to an IV to get fluids back in her and monitored her for a few hours in case she had a severe allergic reaction.

This time, however, I saw the bee fall to the sidewalk.  Then Stella started licking her front leg and refused to walk on it.  OK, here we go again.  I picked her and Pixie up, ran back to the house and gave her a little Children’s Benadryl.  Found the stinger and plucked it out.  And Joe wrapped her up in a blanket like a baby and put ice on her swollen leg. No throw up this time and within an hour she was walking, just with a tiny limp.  Whew.

Minutes after this emergency ended, the cleaning lady who we’d scheduled to come out, cancelled.  Just 15 minutes before she was to arrive.  Nice.  I mean, Fired!  I don’t hire her regularly, just on occasion. So usually I wouldn’t care if she cancelled, but we had Joe’s parents coming in to town.  The next day.  Now, on top of all the other things we had on our to-do list, we now had to fit in time for all the stuff we’d delegated to her.  Crap.  Can I go back to bed and start over?

All this happened before 9:30 a.m.  The rest of the day was spent rushing around getting things done.  If any more bee stings or cancellations happened, I was too busy to notice.

Look, I know these aren’t really problems.  I don’t mean to sound petty or shallow.  I’m just telling you how my crappy day went.  So whaaa.  Do I want some cheese with my whine?  Yes, yes I do.