The trip to the hospital is as useless as I expected it to be. My heart and brain are scanned via various methods, and the verdict is that I’m as healthy as a grass-fed, free-range, organic, non-GMO horse.
On my cab ride back to the office, I make the new phone completely mine by logging into all accounts to set up my email and other minutia. I then call the vet and learn that the key is out of Lucifur’s stomach and she’s now recovering from anesthesia. They assure me they’ll call when I can pick up the cat after work.
Back at work, I run to the cafeteria and grab a giant salad for lunch, so I can eat it at my desk as I research a couple of pharmaceutical companies we’re thinking about adding to our portfolio.
The call from the vet comes at 8:30 p.m. as I’m eating a bean burrito for din
