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I'm suspending my campaign, too

Yesterday, I took our dog, Finn, to the vet because she hasn't been eating this week and seems to have lost all her pep. The vet is thinking she may have cancer (all of her lymph nodes are enlarged). I'm waiting for the results of bloodwork now. And that's all I have to say about that.




Last night, Phoebe was congested at bedtime, so I gave her some sudafed. It cleared her up, but it also wrecked her sleep. When she woke up she had a fever and a hacking cough, so I took her to the doctor. Ear infection, hooray.




As I was leaving the doctor's office, my phone rang. It was the secretary at Mallory's school. "Mallory says she feels a little funny and may need either some medicine or to be taken home," she said.

"Put her on the phone," I said. When Mallory said hello, I asked her what the problem was.

"I have a stomachache and a little cramp in my arm," Mallory said.

"You're going back to class," I said.

"But--"

"You're going back to class," I repeated. "Put Miss H back on the phone."

"Okay, Mommy."

"Send her back to class," I told the secretary.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said.




What else is going to happen today?

Comments

aimee said…
Oh, poor Finn. And poor Phoebe. And perfect timing for Mallory. :)

That is okay. Noah decides today is the day he is going to have seperation anxiety. Hooray.

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