Here it was, thinking Daisy's cough would stay at bay long enough for her to get the bladder surgery, but I was to be proved wrong. She was better yesterday, and I had the passing notion to call the vet and cancel just in case, but didn't. Got up today and she coughed up a storm. Took her in anyway at 7:30am and the vet said her cough sounded pretty rough and he'd get her some medicine, and no, we'd have to hold off on the surgery. I probably went over the top in apologizing, realizing he'd prepared his morning for her surgery, but Gary told me he's likely prepared anyway for emergencies. Still, I felt like a heel. If there's one thing I hate is putting folks out. Anyway, enough groveling----we came home with an antibiotic and some sort of steroid and she's sleeping now. Should do the trick. And the funny thing, we can't take her back for 2 weeks, since that's the course of her antibiotic.
So...I have a breather, at least in terms of Daisy.
"Man proposes and God disposes." Wise words.
On the heel of "What's the chief end of man?" Answer: "To glorify God and enjoy Him forever."
I was always good about teaching our kids the Westminster Catechism when we were members at the Reformed Presbyterian church. I loved the words and the memory work. And on days like today when I thought I had the day all figured out, hour by hour, it's curious when plans go awry. Almost refreshing somehow. The day spills out ahead of me with no responsibilities except the ones staring me in the face here at home.
And being that I was a bit strung out after my running around yesterday afternoon, it's good to be stuck with nothing begging for attention. I feel like I can breathe. And I will. Starting now.
