Even Beethoven’s birthday is failing to cheer the household today. Everyone has been slightly nauseated all day. The dog isn’t well (he’s on a steroid to clear up that tracheal irritation and an antibiotic to clear up the bronchitis, but it makes him lethargic and not wanting to eat–and it’s not really supposed to) and that affects us all. He filled up with water from the steroids the day we were gone, but he seems to have gotten rid of that. His vet had a bunch of alarmist “possiblys” based on his blood work (elevated liver enzymes just like hubby’s, hmm), but I don’t really think it’s any of those wild things. If his lungs would just clear, poor baby.
My mother also has been coughing, hubby is at work trying not to throw up, and my uncle (her brother–also brother to my aunt who just passed) has a wrinkle in his cornea that’s causing a black shadow in his visual field. All of us put together wouldn’t even make ONE good one. Perhaps it’s the cold front that moved in; the weather doesn’t stay the same for three days in a row.
But anyway, we SHOULD be happy on Beethoven’s birthday. We’re going to keep on making the good ol’ college try.
Calling in a pizza. Sometimes you have to break that glass “in case of emergency.”