WTF Wednesday, who needs luck anyway?

This is random but why the hell is Jerry Oconnoll filling in for Wendy Williams?  And more importantly, why is he acting like such an idiot?  It’s hard to watch.  Really hard.


Don’t give up your day job Jerry.

I took Hank into the vet’s office yesterday.  I was concerned about the little lump on the back of his backend but otherwise I was happy with how he’s progressing and he’s feeling much better.  He’s been pretty tired and lethargic but that’s to be expected.  He hasn’t thrown up although he has had a little diarrhea, but it wasn’t bloody.  It’s the little things.

After reading a lot of information regarding dachshunds and health issues I was hoping the lump was just an anal gland that needed to be expressed.  Since he had had some GI issues that would make perfect sense.  So I took him in and the vet tech took him back to see the doctor.  The doctor came out with Hank in her arms about 10 minutes later and said, ‘Hank has a perineal hernia.’

a hernia

So let’s break this down shall we.  Hank takes an unassuming nap while hanging out at the house in Nokomis and wakes up with a spider bite.  After two horrific surgeries he is finally on the mend and then boom, he develops hemorraghic gastroenteritis, most likely from the medication used to treat the spider bite.  Are you with me so far?  Good.

And now the latest, he has developed a perineal hernia, which was most likely caused from the violent hurling during vomiting, which was caused by the hemorraghic gastroenteritis, which was caused by the medication used to treat the wound caused by the spider bite.  My poor little Hank.  Fucking spider.

I left the vet’s office with the understanding that they would call me today to let me know when and how much surgery will be.  They did call but they asked me to bring Hank in today so that they can evaluate him to see if it’s a surgery they feel comfortable performing or if he’s going to need to see a surgeon who specializes in this type of hernia.

Let me guess

I have a feeling what they’re going to tell me because I’ve come to realize that when it comes to medical issues, Hank and I have the same luck.

hee haw

In a strange turn of events I checked my powerball ticket just on the off chance that I might have hit it big.  Don’t worry, I didn’t.  I got one number, or at least that’s what I thought.  Apparently I read the ticket wrong and thought the powerplay number was the powerball number or something like that.  (Let’s be honest, I don’t really understand the powerball lottery anyway).

But that’s not the point, the point is, I won!  I hit one number and the powerball on a powerplay ticket.  At first I thought whoa big deal maybe I’ll get like 3 or 4 bucks but somehow I won 21 bucks and at this point, I really needed a win, no matter how small.  Maybe our luck is changing around here and it will carry over to the vet visit.  *crossing fingers*

WTF, it’s Wednesday.

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