I know it’s like and Urban Legend, but it never fails…anytime my husband deploys something big happens and I panic. Okay, so I panic at most anything but still.

My poor little furryman is not doing well. Something happened on Sunday and he has been howling (he’s a *loud* screecher when he’s scared or hurt) a lot. On Sunday I didn’t know what was wrong just that he was hurting. So I did my best to make sure he was comfortable. Then early Monday morning or late Monday….I haven’t been sleeping like normal people do so my days and nights and hours are a mess. Anyway, Monday I figured out what was wrong…well not what but where…sorta. His right front leg/right side is what seems to be hurting him the most. He was pulling his leg up when he walked and if he’s sleeping and lays on it wrong he screams.

This is one of the many things I did worried about about living overseas while my hubby was away. I can’t just hop in the car and go to our regular vet. The vet we have here is open once a month and I sure as hell don’t know where to find a good vet here. I’ll be calling around today to see what I can find of course and I’m sure someone will help me out. That’s not really the point though, I’m just stressed because normally I could have taken my baby to the doctor first thing I needed.

Add to that the messed up sleep, not hearing a word from my husband, having a kid to take care of this time around ALONE, living amongst a frickin mess of boxes/half unpacked boxes and my medication not seeming to anything more then make me feel like a slug all the time….well it’s not fricking Romper Room at my house. UGH! So much for this being anything NEAR Bosnia.

Still keeping the Lighthouse watch though, just having a mild meltdown. =O)~