After my apicoectomy, Dash and Chase help me rest. It was a last ditch attempt to save a tooth that had already been root canaled. I don’t recommend it.
Day three with the flu. It was basically just lost time. I couldn’t read or write anything. It was hard to concentrate because my head was fuzzy. I watched a lot of junk TV and slept. All I wanted to do was sleep.
Kittens don’t care if you’re sick.
I couldn’t even drive or appreciate my car. I’ve called him Irving.
Today the flu had me firmly in its clutches. I tried to sleep in, but Dash had other ideas. The first picture is a still from a shaky video I took of him rudely but cutely waking me up.
I also drove myself to the doctor. Thank goodness for safe cars. I was not all there mentally or physically, but I had no one else to take me.