Must be one of those phases of the moon. I got a call at 7:30 this morning that our mother was ill. We brought her to the ER with what I think is a recurrence of post-stroke seizures she had a few years ago: didn't know her own name, how many kids, what day it is, where she lived, etc. She's been admitted and will be in at least until Monday as they adjust her meds. Hopefully the mental fog will lift - she's had a few lucid moments and ate some lunch.
And then the pup was sick today - threw up this morning and then did a real loose number on the kitchen floor (my 20 year old was left to clean up the mess since his Dad and I were at the hospital - see above). Don't know if he got into something he shouldn't have or just inhaled his food too fast. He seemed okay later except one episode of coughing in the evening - can dogs have asthma?? Anyway, he's nipping and chasing his toys and, er, things have firmed up. Please God, no more phone calls for a while unless it's a lottery official <g>
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