Sunday, February 26, 2012

Team Stimey and the Plague

You will be happy to hear that my tooth is better and the hydrogen peroxide not only didn't poison me, but it didn't taste bad like I was afraid it would. I figure that I'll start brushing my teeth again in a week or two.

I'm not done with the talk of woe, however. The dog has been gurgling of late. Have I told you this? She'll be across the room and her stomach will gurgle as if she were a zen fountain sitting right next to you. Only there is nothing calming about it.

I took her to the vet, who prescribed some Pepcid and did bloodwork, which naturally came back with a completely different and far more potentially dangerous problem. Her kidneys were already not doing awesome, and now she evidently has some sort of liver issue. We put her on this bright turquoise pill that she has to take every day to see if it helps.

I figure that the next time she goes into the vet for something mundane like a vaccine, she'll come out with a spleenectomy.

Then Quinn barfed all over existence on Friday. Really. Everywhere.

I'm hopeful that the contagion has moved through all of Team Stimey and is now firmly ensconced in the family of one of Quinn's classmates, leaving us safe and healthy.

The thing I can't quite figure out, however, is why we always get sick at the same time as the dog. It just doesn't make any sense.

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