SECOND EDIT -
omg, our apartment complex is retarded for so many reasons.
The current thing irritating me is regarding rent payment.
'It's due on the first, no exceptions.
But there isn't a late fee unless you haven't paid it by the third.'
But that probably (hopefully) means we're okay.
Okay, so the guys got him home, and thank god, it's not deadly and doesn't require surgery (unless it gets worse). Alex was apparently injected with a LITER of water (he's 60 pounds), and very much hated it, and something like that is why Jesse didn't want me to go with... he already hasn't eaten today (we decided to have him fast because of the diarrhea), but now he has to fast for another 48 hours. Poor baby. When Jesse got home from work (this was before going to the vet), Alex was all prance-y and excited like usual, and when he gets excited he likes to eat... and, well, it was just so obvious that he was hungry, and I feel so bad that I can't feed him.
He's been given three different medications that we're supposed to give him with just the TINIEST smidge of peanut butter (1. he's supposed to be fasting and 2. the peanut butter we have seems to give him really gross farts); two of them are three times a day, and one of them is twice a day; I think one is for three days, one is for seven, and one is for fourteen.
Aaand because of the vet bill, we are now short on rent. By a couple hundred dollars. And it's due today (it's 3am right now). Fuck.
In the morning, I think we're going to see if we can pay it in a couple days, because last month we paid it on the third with no problems, and Jesse gets paid on Thursday. Like HE GETS PAID THE DAY AFTER RENT IS DUE omg fuck.
Alex has been having diarrhea for the past couple days, and it became bloody and explosive today, and he's been incredibly lethargic and quiet (quite unusual, because he is very excitable and generally likes to move about and make noise). Jesse got home about an hour ago and he and Will just left to take him to the vet (I wanted to go with, but Jesse wanted me to stay here).
I'm panicky because the last time a seriously ill dog of mine went to the vet without me, he was put down, without any sort of a chance at goodbye.
Jesse won't do that - I know this LOGICALLY, but can't keep from panicking - and I made him promise just in case. Even if Alex has to stay at the vet overnight, he promised to pick me up and take me over so I can say another bye-for-now.
I just really, really don't want to be stuck in what are basically like diluted PTSD symptoms, so please talk to me.
Don't ask me questions - I don't want to answer any - but please tell me about your life, school, hobbies, whatever. Just NOTHING SAD.
Thank you so much.