Devil’s Advocate

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Here’s the big question: Do I take Bean to the vets even though he seems to be doing better? or Do I wait until tomorrow?

That is the question.

And Bean’s regular vet was no help what-so-ever in that regard, although, to his credit, he tried to be. He basically said, “Maybe you should wait and see, but it’s your decision.”

I mean I KNOW that it’s my decision. I can’t help wishing, however, that someone would just make it for me. See, the thing is, the vet visit will cost 62$. And that doesn’t include any tests or whatnot that they may need to do.

I’ve already spent 200$ on him, not counting what it cost to buy him, his food, or his toys.

YIKES!

For a starving, (okay, well, just hungry) student that’s a lot of money. His stool is no longer black, but it still worries me. And he’s still a little lethargic, although I’ve given him lots of millet to keep his strength up. Who knows? Maybe he’ll get better on his own. That’s what I’m hoping for. I don’t want the little guy to SUFFER though. I mean, maybe I should go to the vet and get some anti-biotic, so that he’ll feel better. That way, I’ll ‘be sure’.

But THE MONEY.

I’m arguing myself in circles. It’s not good to play devil’s advocate with yourself.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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