Angel Tree Failure

I feel like the Grinch lately.
Haven't felt very well in a long time.
Last week I was out sick one day from work with a fever. Haven't really felt 100% since then.
Saturday Jen and I go out for the first time since the baby came.
Her mom watched him for a couple of hours while we ate at Texas Road House and saw the final Twilight movie since it became a tradition for us since the first one came out. I started noticing a muffling in my ear around the time we were eating, then slowly my right ear became totally blocked.
By the time the movie was over it had started to throb and I knew it was an ear infection.
Let me tell you, I haven't had one since I was a little girl, but no wonder kids freak out when they get one...IT HURTS!
By the time I get to the urgent care after Jen dropped me off, I'm having a hard time filling out my paperwork it hurts so bad.
I get back in the exam room, and you know its bad when the PA says, "Wow, that must hurt, looks pretty bad. Let me give you a steriod shot before you leave."
She gives me antibiotics and a script for Lortab-THANK GOD- and I head straight to Walmart to fill it.
Throbbing away this whole time. Hard to drive. There is this little side street behind Walmart, a short-cut by a small neighborhood, and I notice some breaks lights from cars up ahead. A little dog is darting across the road. I debate picking it up, but I'm in too much pain to think about it much, just want this Lortab quickly.
Thankfully Walmart Pharmacy isn't busy, and I'm out of there in 15 minutes. But on my way home I see another dog, not sure if its the same one, but looks suspiciously like a schnauzer, like my Ripley, and I'm really wanting to pull over, but this ear thing is all I can think about and I drive on...
I get home, take all my meds and go to sleep worrying about the dog.
I wake up about 3:30 a.m. and realize that I have to turn in my Angel Tree gift today to the church. A little 7 year old girl wanted Jewelry. I had a hard enough time the day we picked it up from church, shopping for jewelry for a 7 year old, not knowing if her ears are peirced, what she would think was lame, or not, etc. I settled on an inital necklace, since I knew her name, and a little bracelet with a cross on it. But at 3:30 in the morning I realize I haven't wrapped it, and don't have anything to wrap it with. I wait until a reasonable hour to go back to Walmart to get wrapping paper and a box, and I see the poor little dog on the side of the road. Dead.
I feel like I failed. I could have changed the outcome.
I'm a horrible angel tree giver.
Last minute wrapper, and neglectful dog lover...
It still upsets me. Will for a while. At least I'm kind of in a Lortab haze.
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