So, I went to the doctor yesterday and he gave me a script for some cough medicine. This is the kind of stuff that has warning labels all over it about operating heavy machinery...etc. So, I waited until bedtime to take it. When you have small children it's always good to have as many as your wits about you as possible. So I take the schtuff and then hubby comes down to pray with me and tuck me in bed. We wrap it up and I say something like, "I'm glad I waited to take that stuff because now I can't feel my feet."

I think Jim patted me on the head and walked away. A little while later I heard my daughter (also sick) crying. I thought my husband was lying in bed next to me, usually he's awake writing. So I went upstairs to help Ana and there he is. I thought to myself, "Wow! He sure made it up here quickly. It's as if he flew." I went downstairs to discover that the dog was lying in bed next to me snoring and not hubby. That's some good stuff. It's now 10:00 approximately 12 hours after I took the stuff and I still feel groggy and tired. I was looking for a sponge this morning to scrub something in the kitchen with and it's was right next to me. I realized this after I turned the kitchen upside down looking for it. I'm telling you that's some serious shit...

My husband has pre-paid legal services as part of his benefits package through work. We pay a little for it, but it's nice to be able to call if you have a legal question. So I called the program in my drug induced haze to inquire what to do about this dog situation. The lawyer said not to worry about it. He seemed to think nothing would come of the whole thing. I'm still trying to figure out the logic of coming to harass me about the dog not being able to walk as opposed to immediately taking it to the vet. It's just outer limits in my estimation. The dog was fine when it walked away. We had a dog who did sustain a serious injury to its leg after falling down the stairs. It IMMEDIATELY limped and had issues...not 12 hours later. We also took the dog to the vet IMMEDIATELY...which is what you're supposed to do when your dog limps. Right?...am I missing something here? And if she doesn't have the cash to take the dog to the vet, then she needs to give it to someone who does. Ok...I'm finished with that except to say...I'm guessing one of her bull-faced kids was wrestling with it, hurt it and she conveniently remembered our episode from the day before as an excuse. If she comes back, I'll hand her our lawyer's name and number and see how far it goes.

Ok...I'm about to collapse into a puddle of cough syrup so anyway...have a nice day all...