"Why don't you take a loan?"
"Is it worth it?"
"I don't know but I know you wanna go."
"Is it worth it?"
"I don't know but I know you wanna go."
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Today, the bestf introduced me to one of Murphy's Laws. (I just Googled it and realize he has many laws.) Anyway, the one most relevant to my life right now is the one that states anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and I guess the bestf had all the reasons to share Murphy's Law with me.
The sister and I brought Shelty to see his doctor today. We were half-sure his doctor would suggest surgery so we tried our best to mentally prepare ourselves for the blow. Nothing too unexpected except the cost. Of course, I'd say $2-2.5k for a surgery of that scale is considerably reasonable. After all, Shelty's got dislocated hips (hence the disjoined joints). But, nonetheless, $2-2.5k is something we never imagined. Not before and definitely not now with all the debts we've to pay off.
We had a long day. Both the sister and I. No taxi would take us back home because we had a medium-sized dog and we spent a good half an hour calling for one. Finally, when someone was willing to take us, he said he wasn't told that we had a dog. Still, thankfully he didn't make a big fuss out of it. In fact, the taxi driver was kind (and lame) enough to entertain us with his cold jokes. Kudos to the kind-hearted man :>
Barely rested, the sister and I went down to get some stuff for Shelty. Trying our best to make sure his condition doesn't worsen. On our way back, we stopped by the bus stop to finish up our packet of fries (lest Shelty starts begging and bugging us for some) and the sister and I talked about our debts.
It's just too disheartening. ☹ Here I was, trying to maintain some optimism that our financial status will improve in time. Despite knowing it might take a long while, I wanted to not lose hope. They always say there's light at the end of the tunnel, right? Well, I haven't reached the end so maybe that's the reason why I'm not seeing the light yet. But this entire journey (to the end) is taking a toll on my mental health. ☹
Shelty's surgeries will have to go on credit and we're spending cash we can't even see (and never will). Why does it suddenly seem like poverty is illegal? ☹ The sister said she wants to start a charity drive to raise funds for Shelty and as much as I want to too, I know it won't work out that way. Perhaps, people are just not that kind. I mean, I wish people would be generous enough but I don't have that kind of faith in humanity.
As such, my determination to go on exchange to Ottawa has pretty much faded to a miniscule. ☹ Because I know we have no means of making it happen, I don't want to think about it further. It's very conflicting - should I burden the family further to go for a once-in-a-lifetime experience or should I just slog away and help pay off the debts no matter how little I can? I don't even know where to begin this debate with myself.
Guess I'll have to spend some more time thinking through this carefully.
Till next time, every one! Have a great Friday, it's finally the last day of the week. ☺
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