Cough, cold, croup, bronchitis, pneumonia, asthma...you name it, The Governor's doctor thinks he has it. Me? I'm through with my cold. And sleep too, so it would seem. The Gov can't rest for more than an hour or two without waking up coughing. And what with Misery heart Company and all...I don't sleep for more than an hour either. Now, I pulled my share of all-nighters in college, and I've survived the minimal night sleeping habits of two babies, but this deprivation is in a class by itself. No sleep, coughing, hacking, throwing up, crying, no treatment is working...makes Abu Ghraib look like South Padre Island.
Today's trip to the clinic was another Great Performance by The Gov. For someone who sounds like he's about to deposit an entire lung in your lap with every other breath, he had more than enough energy to put on a show for the doctor. He was dancing around the exam room, making faces, and when the doctor laughed, he put his hand on his chest and gave her a deep bow.
At least he didn't wink at her.
What a shame this had to happen this week. I actually had some worthwhile blogging material. Pigs, for example. We got pigs out here about a week ago and I haven't had time to snap some pictures for you. Muddy, filthy pigs. I'll try to get around to taking some photos before we butcher in the fall.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about, but trust me, The Gov cheated you out of some great stuff.
Well, now I'm off to the kitchen pharmacy to start pouring. Being tired, I really need to concentrate when dispensing our meds. The Claritin looks quite similar to the Grey Goose once they're both in the little shot glasses measuring cups.