Thanks a Pantload

The Lord giveth and the Lord throws a wrench in your plans…

I was grateful last week, as expected.  I even did a post about what being grateful means to me.  You can’t get much more gratitude out of me than that.  I’m not exactly the type of girl to gush over what she has.

So being that I have a fully formed belief that the minute things start to go right, it’s time to worry, I was geared up to change from gratitude to cursing the wind at any moment anyhow.  I know it’s not right to expect the worst, but it’s in my blood.  There are only so many times you can get shafted without worrying about the shaft.

Sure enough, less than 24 hours after Thanksgiving festivities ended, I had reason to fear the shaft.

I took Rocky the Dog to the vet because he had what appeared to be a sore under his tail.  It had been there for a little while and I had hoped it’d just go away, but last week it appeared that it wasn’t going to just dissipate on its own.

As it turns out this wasn’t a sore.  It was a small mass, or tumor.

Yes, my friends, the dog who had his spleen removed only seven months ago due to a tumor, is now going back under the knife today to have yet another growth removed.  This one is decidedly less evasive, but for some reason its even more nerve wracking.

Maybe because it seems like something he shouldn’t have to be knocked out for the vet to deal with.

Maybe because it’s going to cost us a pretty penny to have done.

Or maybe because The Mister just called after he dropped him off, nervous as all hell, because the vet on duty originally thought the mass was in his mouth instead of on his ass.

Either way, I’m now a ball of nerves with no outlet to release my negative energy other than sitting here and drinking coffee and venting to you fine folks.

The thing is that I hate it when I’m wrong. But sometimes I hate it even more when I’m right.  I knew that getting all sentimental about what I had was going to lead to something negative.  It’s the yin and yang of my life.

So yeah, I’m grateful for all the stuff I said last week.  But I’ll be damned if I’m not a bit pissed off, too.