After a mere three hours of sleep, I woke to Dear Hubby telling me we had to be at the oral surgeon’s office at 11 a.m.  So tell me, why was he waking me at 8?  It doesn’t take me three hours to get dressed and toss back a cup of coffee or two.  Ack.  I tried to go back to sleep for a bit but that didn’t work.  I dragged my butt downstairs, foraged for coffee, and told him, “Do not speak to me until I’ve had a second cup or you won’t need to go to a surgeon to have those teeth removed.”  Have I mentioned I had only three hours of  sleep and I am NOT a morning person?

     We arrived on time.  They gave him some paperwork to fill out and took him back to check the damaged teeth.  Meanwhile, I sat in the waiting room and watched salt water fish swim around in a huge tank.  They were lovely, the music was gentle old time jazz, and I almost dozed off.  That’s not easy to do in those hard plastic chairs with low backs. 

     Dear Hubby goes back October 13^th.  They will knock him out—they have to or he’ll flip out.  I think this time I’ll grab a book to read and, hopefully, will have slept a few hours longer than I did last night.  No, I didn’t get a nap after we got home.

     Then tonight Gavin was acting out of sorts.  He even had trouble eating his dinner.  I went to look at his mouth to see what was wrong and he yipped when I touched his lower lip.  That’s when I noticed that the right side of his face was swollen.  That’s something not easy to spot on a BT by the way.  I’m praying it’s a bee sting and will be gone by morning.  However, Dear Hubby has instructions that if it’s still bothering Gavin in the morning he’s to call the vet and wake me.  Geez, I hope it’s just a bee sting and will be gone by morning I’m not up to another hectic day.