A Couple of Sickies

Sickness struck our household last weekend.  I had to go to the Minute Clinic on Saturday, where my friendly CVS nurse practitioner diagnosed me with an ear infection and guess what?

You betcha!

A sinus infection!

If I did anything in my life as well as I acquire sinus infections, I would be good at something else.

My face and head hurt so badly that I did the only thing any 33 year old woman would do.

I called my mother.

"Rescue me, " I pleaded.

Pregnant pause.

"I will have to bring the dog."

Now for anyone who needs a refresher, "the dog" is my parents' 14 year old English Setter who has the Diabetes and smells like a combination of raw sewage, dirty socks and pepperoni.

That is after she has a bath.

Between baths she smells like an exhumed corpse.

Bad, people, bad.

She's so old that despite my mom and dad's valiant attempts to keep her somewhat tolerable, she eludes cleanliness like a ninja eludes capture.

I could be Dash Goff, the writer.

"Bring her!" was my reply.

I took a sick day on Monday, and my mother took care of my chile while I enjoyed the constant companionship of this gem-

She was kind enough to host a bedside vigil for my recovery.

When she left my room at one point and I regained a somewhat sanitary air supply, The Lorax returned.

She looks like a Dr. Seuss character because fur sprouts out from between all of her toes and she has furry paintbrush shaped feet like The Sneeches.

Mother cooked, she cleaned, she coddled me, al whilst wearing a sassy accessory in the form of Miss Genevieve.

Here they are dusting after I overheard mother telling G that "this floor clearly hasn't seen a dust mop in a while."

I heard a lot despite my infected ear.

Mom also found time in her visit to have a little photo shoot featured Lady G in her owl dress and sporting her barrette.

Sitting as a skill has yet to be attained.

Trinity got the 24 hour stomach flu the next day and mother took care of him too.

Guess who got the stomach flu yesterday?

Florence Nightingale herself, Jane.

Thanks, mother, for saving us!