Where do we get that saying? HuggaMutt's fine, but I have some sort of flu. Despite the shot. Or maybe mild because of the shot. My head hurts, my sinuses are stuffed like Thanksgiving turkeys and still dripping (which is fine, because two days ago I had nosebleeds), my throat hurts and, yes, I have a touch of intestinal distress.
My Mum saved the weekend for me by filling me in on the guide-wire thing. Not pleasant, but no big deal. She's had a few. And I've had needle-aspiration for two cysts. Between the two of us we can prep MammaDog, who will be given a local. Ellie's gone to Golden Glow to offer solace (and much-needed diversion) to her mistress, and will return to us the day of the surgery. I hope to be better tomorrow or the next day, and recovered from this mess by Thursday surgery.
Thanks for your notes. I feel lousy, but I'll live.