The Dog and the Man
Took Louie to the vet. He was due for shots. And he'd seemed under the weather, even hacking like a cat with a fur ball. Turns out he has a serious heart condition. We're trying meds to see how he does. Thankfully, he seems to be feeling a bit better.
That's extra-good news because it means I don't have to tell Ricky his dog will probably die in the next 3-4 months. I'm all for the man going before the dog because I think it would be extraordinarily difficult for Rick to lose him now.
I'm starting to be able to eat more foods but they still must be in the 'soft' category, generally speaking. If I'm willing to do the cleaning, I can eat a potato chip, though. Haven't tried popcorn. Still can't do steak. It will come.
Rick's pain is getting harder for him to hide. He's drinking until drunk every night, just so he can be free enough from the pain to fall asleep. Lordy, what a thing to say. At least beer still settles his stomach while he's at it.
We still must finish our talk about him going home to Guam to die. I'll do it but he needs to consider what happens to me after before he starts solidifying those plans. Or am I being selfish?
I'm over the slump. I'm fine-tuning my first story and starting to 'fix' my second. I have a deadline. I leave for Nashville on Wednesday, work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and need it ready for presentation before I get on the plane. Exciting!
That's extra-good news because it means I don't have to tell Ricky his dog will probably die in the next 3-4 months. I'm all for the man going before the dog because I think it would be extraordinarily difficult for Rick to lose him now.
I'm starting to be able to eat more foods but they still must be in the 'soft' category, generally speaking. If I'm willing to do the cleaning, I can eat a potato chip, though. Haven't tried popcorn. Still can't do steak. It will come.
Rick's pain is getting harder for him to hide. He's drinking until drunk every night, just so he can be free enough from the pain to fall asleep. Lordy, what a thing to say. At least beer still settles his stomach while he's at it.
We still must finish our talk about him going home to Guam to die. I'll do it but he needs to consider what happens to me after before he starts solidifying those plans. Or am I being selfish?
I'm over the slump. I'm fine-tuning my first story and starting to 'fix' my second. I have a deadline. I leave for Nashville on Wednesday, work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and need it ready for presentation before I get on the plane. Exciting!