First, I get woozy hearing about stuff like this. Some years back, a friend was describing her root canal and I had to put my head down!
Secondly, my husband’s name is Steve. We just brought him home from the hospital yesterday where he had spinal surgery. Thankfully, his incision is still fully stapled till next week, and the worst I have to deal with is changing the dressing, which isn’t too terrible.
But I’m definitely with you on the tendon thing. GAAAH!
Any dog owner will know the horrid sound of a dog about to puke, to wit: “Urg. Urg. Urg.” At five AM you are awakened by this sound and run like hell to let them outside before they barf on the rug and are usually about .00002 seconds too late.
Cleaning vomit out of a rug as the sun comes up can make you start imagining the sweet fur jacket you could make out of your canine companion.
Yes. And hearing the DH repeatedly yelling a dog’s name first thing in the morning almost always means something bad. The last time it happened it was because one of the dogs had caught a rabbit in the yard and decided to bring it inside. She was doing laps around the living room with DH alternately trying to catch her or herd her back outside. Cleaning blood, rabbit fur and rabbit droppings from the living room and dining room rugs was not my ideal start to the day.
well, not quite first thing but how about “The runways are a bit crowded at the moment, so we will be taking off late”.
Because after getting up at half-past four in the morning for an 0640 flight that is just rubbing salt in the wound. I COULD HAVE HAD AN EXTRA HALF_HOUR IN BED. AAARGH!!! DAMMIT!
Ah, the memories you bring back! Reminds me of many a morning with my hairball-prone long haired kitty several years ago. I miss her, but not the Nature’s Miracle™ ritual that she necessitated.
For me (with no kids, or pets now), it would have to be “there’s snow (or ice) on the ground” - on a day when I absolutely, positively have to be at work.