So this is realllly tired

So I haven’t talked about this yet because we were kinda waiting for it to be done before we found anything amusing in it. Before it happened it was just too scary to take lightly.

A representation of what they did to my baby.

But now it happened. Let the comedy begin.

Miss Sassy has – had – scoliosis. She wore a brace for about two years but that didn’t stop the curve. Then she started growing, only she didn’t grow taller, she just grew more crooked. In the last year things went wonky real fast and her orthopedic surgen said it was time for surgery.

Try selling that to a twelve-year-old. “Guess what you’re gonna do for your summer vacation?” The big sell was that by the time the curve was corrected she’d probably get two to three inches taller. KABAM! All in one day.

Monday was the day. Five hours later, my baby was drugged and pitiful but nearly perfectly straight.

So began the ice chips and turning her every two hours. It also meant NO sleep. Momma is very tired. Daddy is exhausted. The Bandit is weary. The dogs are confused. Jojo Kitty is pissed.

One bright glowing spot in day two was the hospital THERAPY DOG!!!!

The nurse poked her head in. “I know she’s asleep, but do you think she’d like to see the therapy dog?”

“OH MY GOD!” I jumped up from the wretched chair I was in. “YES!!”

I have no idea if we’d even be able to wake Sassy up from her morphine and Valium induced stupor to appreciate a therapy dog, but I sure as hell could. Miss Lilly is an adorable poodle who enjoys a nice handshake.

Holy patron saint of animals, I really, really need to get me a therapy dog.