Well it is wait time now. Just took Sir Quincy in for another blood panel. Little fart just would not pee for me this morning.
And the fussy little turd gained a pound. Must be the the pasta and chicken with a side order of chicken stock doing that. LOL.
They say bad things comes in threes. You see, on September 2nd, I found out my best friend (two legged) was diagnosed with ALS. His survival rate is 3 to 5 years. Then last Thursday my dad died. I hope the hell when the other shoe drops, it is not RF in Quincy. So sitting on pins and needles until the call from Dr Dan.