Dash is going to be completely fine. We were still a little worried up until yesterday but he's officially a snot to the cat and trying to trot around the house and get into mischief again. He's done with being crated and I feel bad that he's going to have to stay there for two more weeks, but I'm not chancing those stitches and a relapse.
Personally, I'm done. Cooked. Going around like I'm in a fog all week. I think Dylan is going to take the birds tomorrow morning so I can sleep in.
This evening a miracle occurred -
@babylady4 and Terri O stopped by with a turkey, and a tree, and gifts and...I wasn't here, because traffic was so crappy when I was taking the two kids to their dad in Milwaukee, but when I got home I wanted to cry when I saw it all. It's the little things. It feels so amazing to be so supported. KristiP dropped off some stuff with Jeff earlier in the week while I was at work (did I mention that I got that job? I'm working with the Secretary of State now, which is great, but it's LTE and no benefits, which isn't.) and...there may be a bit of a Christmas after all in these parts. There will be a tree up in our house tomorrow. It feels so lovely to be so supported you guys. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Other good news today is that Jeff got a scholarship to the 2019 MOSES conference. I haven't heard back yet about my application but I'm hopeful. I know they're still processing things--the hard thing about that is that we have to come up with the money for the basic fee in January. It's a full scholarship but they want you to pay a little.
The other other good news is that the fundraiser posted by my sister for Dash raised enough money so far to cover Dash's first vet bill (from before we were referred to emergency) and his meds, and his cone of shame, and his followup visits. We still owe my mom a lot of money, but we can also make rent now.
So, all in all...
