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I used to think I was laid back. I’m not. I fret. I worry. I have anxiety about the weirdest things. 

I had that really important appointment with the ophthalmologist this morning — good news, I don’t have to have more surgery right now. Yay! Everything that could have gone wrong at that appointment did, however. I had to redo the optic nerve test three times. I was supposed to get my vision tested – it wasn’t done. Bottom line, I was there for three hours. 

Y’all, you know how Stanley is about separation anxiety. I decided, sweet, darling soul that I was, that I wouldn’t put him in his crate on this outing. I knew I would be there for a while. So, I Stanley proofed (there is no such thing) the kitchen and put up the baby gates. (I also decided that my son shouldn’t have to come over here at the crack of dawn to babysit Stanley.) 

I’m dilated, but it’s not too bad this time. I cranked up the monitor to about 400% and I can actually see things. I have to go back to the doctor in a few weeks for the rest of the tests they missed. 

On the way home the low tire pressure warning light came on. I was on an overpass when it turned from yellow to red. At that point, I just wanted to get home. I managed to get to my street when this cute little puppy ran out in front of me. 

I braked – hard – and he came waggling his little butt up to the car. I was not going to run over a puppy. I didn’t care if I was in the middle of the road. I got out of the car, circled it, looked under it, and I didn’t see the puppy. Nor did I see a low tire. 

Did I mention that I decided not to use the Ladies Room before I left the doctor? I just wanted to get home. Good grief.

Stanley met me at the door. “How did you get out?” 

Well, he ate through the baby gate. Yep. 

All I said was, “I hope you didn’t eat any of those wood shards.”

He evidently wanted to get out through the door, too. 

Bottom line, I’ve learned my lesson. Next time, he’s going in his crate. Yep. (He whined for fifteen minutes after I got home. I think I was being fussed at because I’d dared to leave him.) 

Right now I so want a nap because I only got about three hours sleep last night. I was worried about how Stanley would fare and the appointment. Well, now I know. 

Words fail me at this point. 

Oh, and I still haven’t found Esperanza.