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The hits keep coming
Mar. 8th, 2013 09:17 amJohn's cellulits is NOT going away, despite topical creams and 3 rounds of different antibiotics in the past month, both oral and 2 in the butt. In fact, the cellulitis is growing again.
So, when his class is over at noon, he will drive himself to a hospital and request IV therapy. This is incredibly stressful, having your love in a hospital hundreds of miles away. I checked Travelocity last night and I could have secured a flight to Chicago tonight for $220 RT that would return me here Monday morning. When I told him about it, he was adamant that I not come. That we don't have the money, that it's not fair to Normie to leave him, that he can handle it on his own.
Ugh! Men!
In other news, I get to meet Wife #2 for the first time in 3.5 years on Sunday. She was the one with John when they adopted Clyde and Normie was her pick, despite John not wanting a Terrier or a puppy. When he called her Sunday to break the news of Clyde's death, my heart went out to her and I told John that if she wanted a Norman fix, I would be available for her to come by to visit while he was gone for the next month. She left a message on the home machine yesterday and last night, we set Sunday afternoon as the time she'll come over.
I'm wondering now how to make this less awkward.
So, when his class is over at noon, he will drive himself to a hospital and request IV therapy. This is incredibly stressful, having your love in a hospital hundreds of miles away. I checked Travelocity last night and I could have secured a flight to Chicago tonight for $220 RT that would return me here Monday morning. When I told him about it, he was adamant that I not come. That we don't have the money, that it's not fair to Normie to leave him, that he can handle it on his own.
Ugh! Men!
In other news, I get to meet Wife #2 for the first time in 3.5 years on Sunday. She was the one with John when they adopted Clyde and Normie was her pick, despite John not wanting a Terrier or a puppy. When he called her Sunday to break the news of Clyde's death, my heart went out to her and I told John that if she wanted a Norman fix, I would be available for her to come by to visit while he was gone for the next month. She left a message on the home machine yesterday and last night, we set Sunday afternoon as the time she'll come over.
I'm wondering now how to make this less awkward.
