Yesterday I went to pick up his pills and had to make an appointment at the vet for our old dog. The appointment has to be within the next thirty days so that we can have appropriate bloodwork done before the next refill (to make sure his liver and kidneys are still functioning properly). The receptionist asks me, "The 15th or the 22nd." I pulled out my handy-dandy day planner and flipped to those dates. I chose the 22nd, even though it's on the outside of the 30-day limit. Why? Here's where I slip off the deep end.
My reasoning went something like this...
My next OB appointment is April 11th. If there is something wrong with the pregnancy, the 15th won't give me enough time take care of everything and still be able to get the dog in to the vet on Saturday. The 22nd means I'd have at least a week and a half to take care of all the crap...and still manage to make the appointment.
What the...?!?!?! Where did THAT come from?!?!?! I'm all for planning ahead and being practical...but geez! This is getting just a bit too ridiculous.