I couldn't fall asleep because druggie decided to toke up at 3 am. Who does drugs at 3 am! Obviously, he does. That gets cleared out and I get to sleep. Four hours later my kids wake me up by kicking me in the back. I am right at the bathroom door, when dh goes into level 10 hysterics about the cat having roundworms. I tell him, at least let me pee before you hit me with this stuff. He holds off the panic attack for a few until I am out of the can, but just barely out.
He is full of doom and gloom predictions based on what he read on the web on the wrong kind of worms. The dr and the vet don't open until 8 am. I try calling both the vet and the family dr in the hope they are there early. They aren't so I call the triage nurse at the hospital. She assures me roundworms passing from cats to humans is quite rare and the cure is taking one pill with some unpleasant side effects which concurred with my own reading on the right kind of worms.
Finally, I get ahold of the ped nurse who assures me probably no one in the family has worms other than the cat and tells me what the treatment is. The vet tells me she doesn't need a stool sample, the treatment is the same regardless of the worm. Flashback: Earlier dh shoved the wormy poop in a plastic baggie in my face before I could even hit the can!
She said in all her years as a vet only one kid got worms from a cat and we don't have worms either. Dh was convinced we did.
On the way to the vet's to pick up the wormer and Revolution, dh goes off on me about how he's mad at one of his brothers. A new one this time.
We get home, pill the cats, and I vaccum the floor and feed Cara some soup with rice. Dh sees rice on the floor and freaks out at a level 10, then he says "oh, it's rice."
Finally, dh has gone to bed, hopefully to stay put for a long time. I swear I have not such a gross awakening in years. Hopefully there will be no more hissy fits, panic attacks or any other grossness or trauma for the rest of the day.
He is full of doom and gloom predictions based on what he read on the web on the wrong kind of worms. The dr and the vet don't open until 8 am. I try calling both the vet and the family dr in the hope they are there early. They aren't so I call the triage nurse at the hospital. She assures me roundworms passing from cats to humans is quite rare and the cure is taking one pill with some unpleasant side effects which concurred with my own reading on the right kind of worms.
Finally, I get ahold of the ped nurse who assures me probably no one in the family has worms other than the cat and tells me what the treatment is. The vet tells me she doesn't need a stool sample, the treatment is the same regardless of the worm. Flashback: Earlier dh shoved the wormy poop in a plastic baggie in my face before I could even hit the can!
She said in all her years as a vet only one kid got worms from a cat and we don't have worms either. Dh was convinced we did.On the way to the vet's to pick up the wormer and Revolution, dh goes off on me about how he's mad at one of his brothers. A new one this time.
We get home, pill the cats, and I vaccum the floor and feed Cara some soup with rice. Dh sees rice on the floor and freaks out at a level 10, then he says "oh, it's rice."
Finally, dh has gone to bed, hopefully to stay put for a long time. I swear I have not such a gross awakening in years. Hopefully there will be no more hissy fits, panic attacks or any other grossness or trauma for the rest of the day.
What a way to start off your day, huh?
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Serves him right for barely pausing a second between hits. 
