Last Saturday I had a nasty sore throat that dulled a bit on Sunday. Then Sunday night it came back with a vengeance and I could hardly talk. Poor Asher wanted me to read him an ABC’s book, but I couldn’t because of the pain. Starting Monday the sore throat went away, but I have had a lot of interesting snot colors and an occasional cough. It seems to be the worst at around 3AM, which is why I am blogging now until the NyQuil kicks in. In the hope that Koba won’t catch what’s ailin’ me, I’ve been sleeping on the couch and have not been preparing food for her.
Last week Duncan’s four year old foot injury flared up and I had to take him in to the vet. They said it has gotten infected and recommended surgery to remove the infected bone comprising the remainder of his dew claw. One day and $866 later, you can see how pathetic he is in these three pictures. He always checks his food and treats for nasty pills before he swallows him because of the drugs he had to take last time he had surgery. Now he has five pills to take twice a day, and it’s always an ordeal prying open his mouth and jamming them down his throat. Tara is much easier to medicate.
There’s not much news on the baby front. Lori has had a muscle ache in her side for a few days now and has been on Motrin Jr for a couple of days. She borrowed a bunch of maternity clothes from my sister last week, so she has a pretty good stock of them for now.
