My poor doggie just can't win! Last week Becca called me and was frantic. As it seems Henri was having a seizure. Now I think there is much humor in this since she is a paramedic and I, an EMT as well were both somewhat clueless when it came time to decide what to do for a dog that is in the throws of a grand mal seizure. Der. As it turns out, she is just fine. I took her into the vet and they gave her the once-over. I am hoping it is the change in scenery that is doing it and that it wont happen again. I swear that dog is going to give me a heart attack soon. BUT she is doing lovely with her new friend Duncan. They are like two peas in a pod, disproportionate peas, but peast none the less.
The countdown to vacation is in the single digits and I am so excited to be away for 12 days as well as seeing Brad every day for 12 days straight. This will be the longest we have been together since being together or ever really. So yay for us. Tonight I have training, tomorrow night a CPR class, Wednesday is my last night at Euphoria and Thursday I have to pack. So I'm thinking this week should fly by. At least I hope so anyway.
The best news I have is that someone might be interested in buying my house. Which of course would be fantastic. The only reason I haven't put it up for sale is because the market sucks and I doubt I would get out of it what I need. I won't even consider getting what I want for it. I just pinched myself to check and sure enough, I'm not dreaming so I am more than willing to settle for what I need. Not having to worry about the house would be such a HUGE weight off my shoulders, not to mention a nice move in the right direction for my debt to income ratio. So any good thoughts and prayers any one of you that read this have, I would really appreciate it!
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