So, if yesterday could have a title of it's own, it would be "Timing"
Got up, fell asleep, got up, fell asleep...
Finally crawled outta bed 45 mins before "go time".
For a non-morning night owl... that's pretty good timing.
Zombie-walked around the house....
Gave Belle her antibiotic...
Pulled myself together, loaded Belle into the
travel bag and into the car.
Car won't start.
So much for timing.
Luckily, we have a charger, so I call the Vet and tell them I'm running late.
Plug in the charging machine, flip the switch, and.... there seems to be no charge.
So I text hubby, and he insists that the thing should be working, tells me to check the gfi, the strip switch.. blah blah blah...
I tell him the gfi was the first thing I checked, and I'm not using the stupid strip on his workbench because it's buried under a bunch of his crap.
So, as a last ditch effort, I hook up the charger to my battery anyway, and voila!
I'm only 30 minutes late.
I get to the vet, apologize for being late, throwing her day off, and she says in all seriousness, "Oh no! Actually it works out perfectly. I had some other things to deal with, so the timing works out just fine."
Huh.
After dropping Belle off, I go get myself a new battery.
Now, usually, someone at the parts store will help with a simple battery swap, but this guy didn't offer.
That's okay. I'm a self-sufficient woman. Google is my friend, and I know how to use tools.
When I have tools.
I get home and look up a few articles on changing a car battery. It's about as simple as I thought.
So, I clean the corrosion off the old battery with baking soda solution, and notice that the nut holding the negative clasp/connection to the terminal head is... shall we say, very beat up. With a sigh, I look for my tools.
Hubby has them.
The vet calls to say that Belle has come through the surgery just fine. The roots were well on their way in the resorption process, so they just did the crown amputations as discussed. She basically "lost" 6 teeth. Also mentioned that one of her kidney levels was a little "high normal", and her urine was a little concentrated; probably due to dehydration. I wasn't too surprised, since she hadn't eaten much on Sunday. The vet asked me to pick her up at 4:00.
Sure, no prob.
Hopefully, I'll have a new battery in my car by then.
So I call the parts store, and they say, "Okay, come on back 'round 3".
Fine. Perfect timing.
Three o'clock rolls around.
I charge up my dead battery, head to the parts store, swap out for the new one, and go pick Belle up.
Did I mention the weather?
It was... teasing... all day long; sprinkles, sun, sprinkles, sun, clouds, sun, sprinkles...
Once I picked Belle up, it started to look more serious.
A ten minute drive home, put Belle in the bedroom, and then it started storming in earnest.
Timing.