Last night my dog kept me up most of the night hacking and whining. I took her to the emergency vet early in the morning to find out that they didn't have the equipment to do the proper diagnosis. How frakking annoying since I could have paid 1/2 the money to my own vet. My hundred dollar answer from the emergency vet: well since we don't have a way to diagnose her, we'll just wait and see if this develops into xyz, and then we'll give her anti-biotics, and if those don't work, we take out a lung. After 3 1/2 hours of sleep and a frak-ton of stress and worry, I spent most of my day trying not to burst into tears, this moment being no exception. I think tomorrow will be a better day.