Famous Last Words: Surviving Midterms and A Broken Leg

Well this week was hectic.  I was dreading this week starting last Sunday because it is the imfaous midterms week.  I had several papers and assignments all due on the same days and I knew I was going to be in over my head.  The unfortunate thing is, my assignments became the least of my worries starting promptly at 5:30pm Monday evening.

Many of you have seen my intro with my sweet puppy Thor so you'll have an image to go with this story.  Monday night, Thor was hyper, playing around in my room. I was trying to get him to calm down, as we were on our way to visit my good friend Heather, but it was proving difficult.  I reached out to grab all 2 pounds of the little guy, but he scurried from my reach and slipped.  he must have landed on his legs wrong because he started screaming.  He hadn't hit anything or fallen a great distance so I was completely shocked.  I figured his bag leg was just knocked out of place.  I rushed him to the Emergency Vet to find out that he had broken his back leg in several different places.  That is when this week became hectic.

My poor baby was in incredible pain but had to wait for surgery on Tuesday.  The break was so bad that he had to be seen by a specialist in OKC.  I was overwhelmed and out of money.  My papers were incomplete, my credit card filled to the max with expenses and my dog was whimpering in pain all night.  I cried on the phone to my mom that night because I had no idea what else to do. Welcome to adulthood.  She surprised me the next day by flying out to see me.  My dad already had to work in OKC this week so she came up with him.

Thor went off for surgery Tuesday and Wednesday and I was able to take him home Wednesday evening.  Thanks to the support of my mom I was able to get my work done while she watched the dog and the little boy is on a quick road to recovery.  This whole experience sure gave me inside into how tragic it can be when your pet is hurt.  A broken leg doesn't seem serious but when you experience taking care of a dog with a broken leg, you realize what that means for the owner: a LOT of extra work.

(Little Thor with his blue camo cast, and me, extremely tired but happy to have him back. Personal photo)