Tuesday, March 08, 2005

evening

“Tylenol Cold Nighttime with Cool Burst” Rocks My Socks

This is the only product so far that has helped me feel even a little better.  I can halfway breathe now.  The nose faucet has turned off.  Granted, I’m still effin’ sick, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

evening

Generic NyQuil Capsules Suck

I’m not sure if the generic NyQuil sucks or it’s just the capsules that suck.  Regardless, I still feel horrible.  I want to curl up into a little ball and weep copious tears, only weeping would make it even harder to breathe, I’m sure.  I can’t breathe, my nose keeps running, burning, tickling, etc., and I have a nasty cough that makes my back spasm.  So, therefore, I don’t feel like writing anything.  Goodbye!

Friday, March 04, 2005

early evening

Poor Me

I’m sick.  I have a stupid constant little unproductive cough.  I can’t breathe.  I’m exhausted.  My eyes are watery.  I just hate this.  Hopefully, it’ll be a mild cold and gone soon.

On a happy note, Chelsea the cat, is eating more on her own.  It’ll be nice when she can get rid of her feeding tube.  She’s also become almost cuddly, crawling up into our laps at night and napping. 

Monday, February 28, 2005

late at night

My Poor Puppy

I feel like such a bad mom.  Phoenix is our adopted walking medical problem.  She has horrible allergies, bladder stone problems and she can’t see out of her right eye.  She gets allergy shots, takes six pills a day and gets eyedrops twice a day.  Other than her health issues, she’s really the perfect dog.  Friendly, cute, smart and she has excellent hang time on her jumps; which, of course leads us to tonight’s problem.

Earlier today, the window guy was supposed to come out and replace our leaky kitchen window.  Again, he did nothing, but that’s another story.  Anyway, Leigh-Ann cleaned the sliding glass door, to make the house purtier.  Tonight, when I took the little dogs out, Cricket wanted to come back in early.  It was cold outside, so I closed the door after her.  Phoenix was wandering around, exploring the exciting dirt and rocks in the back yard.  A couple minutes passed, so I started to go towards the door to see if she was on the patio and wanted in.  I was about three feet from the door when I saw her run toward the door and leap in the air, to jump over the track.  What happened was like what you see in cartoons - she jumped up and smashed her face against the glass, then bounced backwards.  I guess the glass was too clean for her.

She didn’t cry or wobble or anything.  She ran up the stairs perfectly fine and jumped around waiting for her cookie.  Leigh-Ann looked at her pupils, but her eyes are so screwed up that it’s hard to tell what’s going on with them.  She’s been acting pretty normally; snoozing, resting, sleeping and chewing on a bone.  She seems okay, but I keep seeing her hit the glass.  It’s so sad.