I'm coining a new term. It's called the "fuck factor."
What is this fuck factor you ask? Besides an excuse to keep typing the word fuck...
Whether you are single or married or childless or have a gaggle of kids...you too can participate in the fuck factor...but it's really not by choice.
Last week out of the blue I arrived home after working in the city and found Sadie rubbing her eye. Rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and rubbing it. And then I saw that she could not open her eye. So she looked like pirate kitty.
I had some eye drops for her from a previous incident when she was an itty bitty that fit into my hand and I started to use them on her eye. The Vet's office was closed for the night and I had to wait until the next day to call. When I did call the office on Saturday the technician scared the bejeeebers outta me about eye infections and eye ulcers and not to give the drops until we knew what it was and that I had to bring her in that day and could not wait until Sunday when the Vet would be back in the office.
And there you have the fuck factor. You have your budget set for that week or month, it's tight-enough as it is. You owe ever fucking dollar you already bring in to the electric company, rent man, cable company, credit cards etc...you finally think you have everything covered and you're so happy about it and FUCK FUCK FUCK.
As it turned out Sadie had conjunctivitis and they told me to use the drops I already had.
"That'll be $55 for today's office visit." FUCK FUCK FUCK!
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