Need Sleep

I never got around to posting yesterday as I certainly was not my normal self (and still am not 100%). Where to start.... Tuesday was a decent day at work, which by that I mean I sat in my office and searched through the internet until I reached the end of cyber space. Upon leaving work I started my 4 min. commute home thinking I would grab a beer, the frisbie and head outside to play with the pup. So far so good... Well, the pup wasn't really interested in playing, only sniffing around the yard and chewing everything in sight. After about 45 min I took him back inside, gave him some water and planted myself on the couch. Nothing shocking so far. About 10PM came around and the dog decided to leave the living room and go into the office. This is "odd" He never leaves my side. I walked to the office and saw him sitting on the floor. I called him and he followed me back to the living room. He then laid down again and started dry heaving.... then whimpering. It didn't take more then that for me to throw some clothes on and blast over to MedVet. the drive to MedVet normally would take about 15 minutes... I made it in 7. Hitting almost 100 mph, it is amazing how fear heightens the senses! We got there, an x-ray was taken and it was explained that our "boy" needed surgery, and NOW! His stomach had flipped (a condition known as "bloat"). If surgery was not done, death was right around the corner. This didn't seem fair for a dog of 1 yr of age. So, obviously the decision was made to get the surgery and fix this mess. They, or course, asked for a deposit for the cost. Well... the deposit was more then what our preliminary estimate was to build a new deck at the house (needless to say, no deck this year). They prepped the boy for surgery and let us go back and see him before they started. Once he saw us walking back to see him, the tail began to wag at frantic speeds. His eyes told the story...I'M SICK... but he certainly wasn't giving in. After a big hug and kiss, we turned and left the room and began the agony of hours of waiting. Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.... pacing, smoking etc... (fast forward).... 3AM the surgeon came out and to tell us the pup was ok and recovering. RELIEF. After about 30 mins. of talking with the surgeon, we headed home we left for home and without the pup as he was facing a few days in the doggie ICU to recover. I finally got to sleep around 5:30A Wed morning. The phone rang at 8AM... the vet. He just wanted to let us know everything was normal.... back to sleep.... 9:30A the alarm goes off... FUCK! I had to get to work. Although my boss told me to take the whole day off, I couldn't do this as I had more then a few people counting on me to get them some data, materials, and general bullshit. I rolled into work in a complete daze, so tired I could not even comprehend the emails in front of me. I tried to lay low. But I made it until 4PM and made it home. Although tired, I could not relax. The house was to quite. 10PM came and went and there I was still awake. Finally I decide to take a few Tylenol PM and let them knock me out. Didn't work. Mid-night arrives. Finally I fell asleep at some point. 7AM - the phone rings. The vet is on the other end and is telling me that our pup is ready to come home today!!
So, here I am at work - tired, feeling kind of sick BUT I'll have my dog tonight.