Notice how "is going to be" and "is" are not the same verb tense.
She's got an obstruction in her gastrointestinal tract, and they're currently feeding the poor little beastlet barium to pinpoint where and what. They are also giving her fluids. In a few hours, I will go back to our normal vet, fetch the bop, and take her down to the emergency vet in Apple Valley, because they have 24 hour staff who can keep getting her hydrated. Ideally she will keep getting hydrated overnight and then return to our normal vet clinic in the morning for surgery to remove the obstruction. If the emergency vet decides that the situation has progressed to an emergency, they can do the surgery right away in the night -- they have not just vet techs but full-fledged vets on hand all night.
I went to select the icon of me holding her as a baby and broke down utterly. Even though she is going to be fine. Because she is the dog and I am the monkey and I am in charge of her feeling good. And the vet (beloved of both myself and Ista, by the way -- awesome, awesome vet, at least with small dogs and talking to
Also I forgot to take my SuperAdvil along to the allergist, and I was due for a dose at the end of the appointment and didn't actually get one until after Ista's appointment three hours later. This is actually still non-negligible.
I love our groomer, too. She saw me standing in the vet's waiting room without the pup and immediately said, "What's wrong with Ista?" She didn't have to fumble for the name or anything. And when Ista heard her voice out in the hall when we were in the exam room, she perked up her ears and wanted to go to Lisa. Which is a nice thing to have as part of our life in general.
All right. I'm going to go put a cool cloth on my face and then I'm going to do something useful so that I can regain Cope. Because everything is going to be fine, and part of how it's going to be fine is by me coping with things one at a time.
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