it's all omar little's fault
okay, so not really, we just like saying that. found out he had some blood in his urine last wednesday so i packed him up to take him to the vet, took one step out the door and my left knee dislocated. and when i fell i sprained my wrist and couldn't move on my own, but man, i could scream. thank god the dude was home and the ambulance was here in 2 minutes. i almost puked and past out several times and sadly discovered i am not a quiet injured person at all. as in, no shame!
the dude ended up following us to the hospital where they reset my knee and braced up my leg and arm, but not until cutting off a pair of brand new this is my first time wearing these jeans. D had to leave the ER early to take meatball to the vet where he bit the hell out of him (seriously, after the trauma of me dropping him in his crate on the way out then screaming in his face D picked him up and the handle broke on the crate and he rolled over a couple times all while having blood and crystals in his bladder. so, you know, the bite's no big deal!)
needless to say (we can almost laugh about it now), it was an eventful 3 hours that has me holed up in bed with three cats constantly rotating and the dude proving to be the best nurse ever. i ventured out to get my toe nails painted and eye brows fixed up today. that shit was so much fun! and normal.
meatball is MUCH better and on a new controlled diet and filtered water for life. he's pretty much worth it all though.