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Not excellent, but improving. Before I could take Muffin to the vet the doc's office called just to check on me, and I told them that Dillon's didn't have my pain meds in. So they called in another one for me -- vicodin. W00t! Ten pills, $.68. No complaining here.
Muffin's trip was much less eventful than mine -- he spent a great deal of it on my shoulder, and passersby would look in and point at the pretty little birdie on the scary man's shoulder. He's back at home, now, and he's much much happier. He's going to start getting meds in his food instead of via syringe, which'll probably be a distinct improvement. Now he's all cuddly and squeaky. Good little monster.
Many thanks to Bee for taking care of me through yesterday when I was majorly depressed and felt like I got hit in the face by God. Today is better, and that's all I can ask for.
Time to revisit two of the greatest things in life, vicodin and milkshakes. Bliss.
Muffin's trip was much less eventful than mine -- he spent a great deal of it on my shoulder, and passersby would look in and point at the pretty little birdie on the scary man's shoulder. He's back at home, now, and he's much much happier. He's going to start getting meds in his food instead of via syringe, which'll probably be a distinct improvement. Now he's all cuddly and squeaky. Good little monster.
Many thanks to Bee for taking care of me through yesterday when I was majorly depressed and felt like I got hit in the face by God. Today is better, and that's all I can ask for.
Time to revisit two of the greatest things in life, vicodin and milkshakes. Bliss.
