Fighting the Bug
"Fighting the bug" has become the main theme of my life lately. Here's how:
As petty as it may seem, one way really is those disgusting crickets and water bugs whose canny demeanor help them find the weakness in the weather stripping of the front door (that coincidentally was repaired or replaced by the apartment maintenance man). They slink around like they own the place parting the carpet loops like the Red Sea. It's disgusting.
Okay, way #2. I have just barely escaped alive. The stomach flu has plagued me for 4 full days with high fever and every other thing you can imagine with the word "stomach." Although, actually I think it should be called the "intestinal flu." Just sayin. I am finally out of bed and semi-lucid. Notice I said, "semi."
And finally the last way I'm "fighting the bug" (and by far the most amusing way) is at work. I have been treating the world's most expensive German hunting dog, according to the owner. He has a Peter Pan haircut, wears skinny jeans, and is a hog hunter. He comes bursting through the door with his dog in a rubbermaid container and on his death bed and says, "Do anything and everything you can to save him!!!" Of course, when it comes down to it he doesn't want to spend a dime. The dog has never been to a vet before despite the fact that he's so valuable. He has been dewormed by an over-the-counter dewormer which didn't work. I was trying to accept the challenge of fighting the dog's bug for the owner who made it very difficult to even get out of the exam room to stabilize the dog. Fast forward 4 days later. After days of trying to get the very particular owner to come visit his dog and discuss the treatment plan (and okay the budget) the poor dog is still at the hospital. He is doing much better but his owner could not be reached because:
1) could not answer the phone and his voice mail was full
2) didn't have any money with him
3) had to watch the football game with some friends
4) was in jail
Anyone want a jagdterrier?? (prounounced Yog-terrier)
As petty as it may seem, one way really is those disgusting crickets and water bugs whose canny demeanor help them find the weakness in the weather stripping of the front door (that coincidentally was repaired or replaced by the apartment maintenance man). They slink around like they own the place parting the carpet loops like the Red Sea. It's disgusting.
Okay, way #2. I have just barely escaped alive. The stomach flu has plagued me for 4 full days with high fever and every other thing you can imagine with the word "stomach." Although, actually I think it should be called the "intestinal flu." Just sayin. I am finally out of bed and semi-lucid. Notice I said, "semi."
And finally the last way I'm "fighting the bug" (and by far the most amusing way) is at work. I have been treating the world's most expensive German hunting dog, according to the owner. He has a Peter Pan haircut, wears skinny jeans, and is a hog hunter. He comes bursting through the door with his dog in a rubbermaid container and on his death bed and says, "Do anything and everything you can to save him!!!" Of course, when it comes down to it he doesn't want to spend a dime. The dog has never been to a vet before despite the fact that he's so valuable. He has been dewormed by an over-the-counter dewormer which didn't work. I was trying to accept the challenge of fighting the dog's bug for the owner who made it very difficult to even get out of the exam room to stabilize the dog. Fast forward 4 days later. After days of trying to get the very particular owner to come visit his dog and discuss the treatment plan (and okay the budget) the poor dog is still at the hospital. He is doing much better but his owner could not be reached because:
1) could not answer the phone and his voice mail was full
2) didn't have any money with him
3) had to watch the football game with some friends
4) was in jail
Anyone want a jagdterrier?? (prounounced Yog-terrier)
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