Tilly was supposed to have her tooth extracted tomorrow, but the vet called saying their machine is broken so they're going to have to postpone the appointment.

I feel like this is all my fault, cos I've been worrying about it so much and spent this morning thinking things like "This time tomorrow I'll have dropped her off" and "Next time I'm at work it will have been done and I won't have to worry about it any more." And now neither of those things are true.

So now I get to spend even longer worrying myself sick.