I believe that things happen in threes.

That is not a good thing.  Just finding out today that my grand daughter in Florida had been in the hospital a few weeks ago with a concussion -cheer leading is a dangerous sport- doesn't count so I am still waiting for #3.

1.  Got a call from an animal clinic in Northern Wisconsin.  Hunter was on the phone.  Maggie got into poison again.  I immediately started crying.  And I couldn't stop.  I was able to dial it down at times to listen to what he was telling me.  It was a much stronger poison than the kind she got into last time.  Yeah, the time when it took me awhile to convince Hunter to take her to the vet.  Had we waited one more day she would have needed blood transfusions.
This time the clinic sent blood to....well somewhere else for further testing.  But the one they tested at the clinic showed she didn't need a transfusion.  She was sent "home" with Chuck to where he is staying for the hunting season. And he has special medicine to give her plus charcoal.  I had trouble even telling him the phone #s of our vet here,  Just not good.  There is a slim chance she could even die.  He has to call the vet up there tomorrow afternoon to get the blood tests and see what he is to do.  He said he may come home the day before Thanksgiving.  And possibly go back.  Or  I would meet him somewhere halfway and bring her home and he would go back up or just keep her there 'till the 1st of December as he originally planned.  The only reason there are no tears staining this page is because the Xanax is finally kicking in.  Had they not stopped, liquor would have been the next stop in my evening.
Oh.....sorry....

2.  Daughter Dawn texted pretty much right after I hung up with Hunter. Grand daughter Meadow is in the ER.  She has had headaches for a long time and they tried a few meds, one of which lessened her headaches but also totally stopped the tremors she was having in her hands. This headache was the worst ever.  She had just seen a Neurologist who wants her to see a Cardiologist.  But before Dawn could even make that appt, she ends up in the hospital.  I am waiting for Dawn to call me.

3.  To be Determined.  The day's not over yet.

Anger? I'll show you anger!

Be glad I didn't post this yesterday.  Would have even been worse in the morning after the visit to the vet.  He checked her over and made a few comments.  Then he asked it she'd gotten into some rat poison!  WTF!  I said no at the same time Hunter said yes.  I immediately started crying.  The vet came over and put his hand on my shoulder saying, "She'll be OK."  I said it wasn't that.  Told him I have sat down on the floor with dogs when they've been put to sleep and if fact I could even probably help operate.  Then since Hunter wasn't looking, I nodded my head in Hunter's direction and the vet got what I meant immediately.
Thank God she is also teething or we wouldn't have noticed the bleeding.  I also noticed she was extremely lethargic and going down 4 stairs was a struggle for her.  I would have taken her in for that reason alone but I am pretty sure he wouldn't have.  He'd just keep yelling at her and making her do what he told her too.  In fact, I would have called the vet immediately if I knew she's gotten into poison.  Seems rat poison thins your blood so that you have no ability to clot.  Hence....the blood.  I kept telling Hunter is was way too much blood but he called several of his  lovers  friends who said puppies bleed like that when they lose their teeth. Which, of course, I knew wasn't true.
They drew blood and she was very near to needing a blood transfusion.  Vet did give her a vitamin K shot to get her started and gave us pills to give her as well as instructions on how she should be cared for the next two weeks.  (Once the vet noticed I knew things and was asking him the questions...he started deferring to me.)   After that, Hunter changed his plans and isn't leaving until early to mid-week this coming week.
On the way home, Hunter said to me, "I'm not a villain, you know."  I was so angry and nauseous that I couldn't even talk to him.  At home he started saying whatever it was and I snapped.  I just snapped.  "Shut-up!  You are a fucking idiot!!!!!  I don't want to hear it!"
And every time he tried to say anything, I shut him down immediately, calling him a fucking idiot again and over and over as many times as I needed to.  He was shocked into silence.  First time ever! 
Having turned my anger inward for over 20 years....the dam finally broke.  'Bout time!!!  Anger?  You guys don't know anger like this.  Trust me.  Had I written this post yesterday it would have burst out into flames and damaged the computers of anyone who had attempted to read it.
On a positive note....depression is anger turned inward.  So yay me for lashing out.  And that is far too tame a phrase.  Words haven't been invented yet to express my feelings.  Anyway,
they wanted to see Maggie tomorrow (wed.) so I made the appt.  Then they called and said they want to check her blood work and clotting factor again today so we brought her in and they also want us to keep tomorrow's appt.  After that we don't go back for 5 weeks.  We were to keep her "down" - no walks - and in her kennel/crate for two weeks even after she seemed fine.  And Mr. direction follower -not- immediately started to take her for a little walk after we walked out the door of the vet's office.  I told him no.  Just let her pee right there in the grass.  Since we've been home, he has left her out of her cage to roam the kitchen.  She needs to rest!  She needs to avoid getting hurt. 
The vet we saw today called later and said we only need to keep her contained for one week from yesterday.  I am wondering if he will decide to leave the day after Halloween as originally planned.  Is it bad that I hope he does leave?
Enough for now.

It's later now. I forgot to thank all who responded to my question.  And I appreciate that you did so in the manner in which I had hoped.  I also respect those who chose not to answer.  You are all so awesome!

Oh.  And two more things....

Pray in whatever manner you do, that there will be a way for me to get to go see my son and his family in Vegas.  Hunter will not pay for me to go.  My kids are so desperate to see me that they have even offered to buy my ticket.  I can't let them do that.  They don't have discretionary income.   I would also be there with no cash so......
I was also "threatened" that if I didn't do something with the pumpkins like RIGHT NOW, Hunter would get rid of them.  So I took the basket and ribbon and flowers and pumpkins and gourds and make a beautiful display around my front porch lamp.  Or maybe it isn't so beautiful.  It was cold and dark as I sat on the cement doing this.  Will see tomorrow.