Tonight Christopher woke up around midnight. Bobby and I were playing spades on Pogo using walkie talkies to communicate since his laptop is being a huge pain in the ass about getting online lately. Anyways I hear Chris call down that his stomach hurts. I ask him if he is going to throw up and he replies yes, so I tell him to go to the bathroom and puke. Well maybe 30 seconds later he says he can’t and he needs a pain reliever… which sometimes he asks for because he likes the taste so I tell him to wait a little bit. Meanwhile Bobby hears the exchange and comes up from the basement to see if he can assist.
He goes upstairs and asks Chris if he is going to puke and he says he doesn’t think so anymore, so Bobby gets the puke bucket and tells Chris “take this bucket and go back to bed”. Chris, who is super groggy leaves the bucket next to the toilet and goes back to bed where he promptly barfs all over the place. Bobby tells him to run to the bathroom and puke in the toilet. Chris runs to the bathroom and walks past the toilet and barfs in the bucket. Lovely.
Bobby, who is getting over the flu excuses himself from barf detail… but in his defense he did remove all the bedding and wash it, as well as helping me make the bed. I got to wash the bucket, bedroom, and bathroom. Of course now I am feeling sick and cannot sleep, but I am about to go back upstairs, I think I heard him in the bathroom a few minutes ago.
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Bobby decided come hell or high water he IS going to work tomorrow. We were joking how easy it is to be sick at this job. When he was in the Army he had to get up at 4am, go to sick call, wait hours and hours to be screened before they gave you the OK to be home, or they sent you back to work. There were many times Bobby went to work with the flu because it just was not worth it going to sick call.
This job… well. Monday he went into work for two hours, the people he shared a building with said they did not want his germs so he headed home, calling his supervisor in Texas saying “hey, not feeling hot, I am going home” to where the supervisor said “go home, rest, put 8 hours on your time card and if you are sick tomorrow call me sometime tomorrow to let me know”. So he called him this morning, took a day of paid time off and slept off his flu.
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My poor Chloe, she can be quite the stressed out pup at times. In this pictures you can somewhat see the thinning hair on her front paws; she gets this from licking them anytime she is stressed, bored, or nervous. Vets have said she may have a skin problem, food allergy, or anxiety. I know goldens have sensitive skin, but the vitamin supplements and diet change to a low allergy, healthy coat Avoderm dog food has not helped, so I am leaning towards anxiety or depression.
