Life at sea

I've spent almost the entire day in a waiting room... My dog has been having problems with her eyes for almost a week and today I finally decided it was time to have a vet look at her. She's 13 years old, so I was almost sure she was getting blind and that it wouldn't be anything to do about it, that's why I waited so long. I went to the "local" vet and all she could tell was that there was a small sore in one of the eyes. She didn't want to treat it without having an expert looking at it, so we went to the big animal hospital in the city. Late afternoon, coming as an emergency, need I say more... We came in at 3 and at 6 they let us into an emergency room. The vet showed up at 7 and we were finished by 8. Well, not quite, I had to go to the pharmacy as well, so I was home around 9.

Well, at least I know a little more about myself after this. I'm not the person you should have around when treating eye injuries... At first it worked out fine, I assisted the vet and held her head (the dog's head, not the vet's) steady when she was checking the pressure in the eyes. Didn't like it, but I was hanging in there. Then she grabbed a tweezers and started to poke in the eyes and that's when I felt I had enough of it. I realized I was very close to pass out so I just let go of her head and went straight to the nearest chair. Both the vet and my boyfriend looked at me as if I was a bit weird...

My dog's name is Ina and she is an english cocker spaniel. I got her when she was about a year old. Because of my job she lives with my parents six months a year and when I am home she lives with me. Not exactly the ultimate situation for a dog, but it seems to work out just fine. That's the disadvantage having a job like mine, it makes it so much more difficult having a "normal" life beside the one that you have on board. (Which perhaps is not very normal either)

Well, not much shipping today, but I guess a little break now and then doesn't hurt...