Hope, Insanity and Sadness

Letter two has been written and sent from my doctor to my insurance company. It was a very well-written letter, as I received a copy myself today. So much so, if I was the insurance company - no problem!! But I'm not, so we'll just have to wait and see what happens.

In the meantime, I was fortunate enough to get samples from my primary doc and will be getting back on the Namenda in hopes that the ins. co. will agree that it's a necessary med for me. Here's hoping and praying they will see my need.

Ridiculous.

This week has been completely insane; we are leaving for vacation on Friday. So, like the crazy person I am, I must get everything ready, cleaned, organized, packed, laundered, shopped and bagged ahead of time. Way ahead of time.

Sadness: Today. (holding back tears) we had to drop poor Rockhead off to the kennel friend's place - Glen. It was horrible. Glen is usually there to put him in the kennel, we just hand the dog over and have to hear him scream while we escape to the car. Not this time. Frank and I had the - HA - fortune of escorting the 100 pound monster with fear and anxiety plus massive amounts of adrenalin rushing through his veins, into the cage. We are both bruised - badly.

I ended up being the last to get into the cage and calling him in after three failed attempts, he finally came in, and I'm just trying to calm him down and telling him to sit and drink because it was hot and he was panting. Poor thing. He was just staring up and pleading: "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, MOMMY! I WANT MY BLANKIE AND AIR CONDITIONING! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS KIND OF TORTURE!"

It was so sad and so hard to not just hug his big neck, but I backed out, and we locked the gate. The kids were on the outside calling his name, (yeah, we were on the inside of the kennel getting him in - it's indoor/outdoor, he spoils his dogs), he ran out to the kids. We quickly left the kennel out the door so he didn't see us leave; checking our bruises and various other owies.

Then he starts with the screaming. Literal. screaming. No barking or yelping - no not our big brute, he's a screamer. All the other big bull dogs, and they are big, there were 7 in all, were barking when we got there, and were now calm. But Rocco, he was screaming like a GIRL.

Christina started to cry and that made the sadness even sadder. I told her once I got to the car that it was ok, and he'd be ok once we left. That was the first time she'd ever gone when we dropped him off. I don't like to go, and have only gone one other time.

An hour after I tucked Nicholas into bed, he started crying how he missed him. guess who gets to go pick up Mr. Stinkbomb from Glen's house? Oh, yeah, you know it! I'll be here waiting for all of them, making dinner and unpacking or cleaning or relaxing.

Frank did talk to Glen tonight and Rocco was fine. he had him out of the kennel and knows that Mr. Spoiled is NOT an outdoor dog and could tell by the panting; he was keeping him cool and will make sure he doesn't get overheated, as it's going to be in the 90's this weekend. UGH!

Now THIS is totally up Rocco's alley! On a bed, with his buddy, IN THE COOL HOUSE. So spoiled. (by the way, this room and decor no longer exists. this is Nicholas' room now)

By all means, please stay cool this weekend. More importantly - pain free.

Deborah