Yesterday DH left for India for ten days.
An hour before he left, I held Pebbles on my lap while she received four immunizations, two in each thigh. I will forever hear her screaming “don’t let them do it to me, Mama!”
Six hours before DH left, Dub had his first seizure. He just crouched like the Sphinx, unblinking, drooling, helpless on the office floor.
Twelve hours before DH left, I was on the phone with the on-call pediatrician begging him to call in a prescription for Bam-Bam, who has pink eye. In both eyes.
Twenty-four hours before DH left, I was certain I could handle everything just fine!
Now I’m waiting for the vet to call us back with the results of $300 worth of blood work. (Since the seizure he has played two extended games of fetch and gone for two walks.) I’m administering Bam-Bam the pink-eye medication in four doses daily for five days. Pebbles is proudly explaining to everyone she encounters that her body is now fighting off the diseases the ladies shot “into her bones.” That is to say, everything seemed to be settling out, until I came home from work this evening and learned that Dub vomited and had diarrhea all over the house.
Under the piano.
Again in the corner.
In the mudroom, dripping down into the air vent.
In the family room.
All over his dog bed.
And our blessed nanny cleaned all of this up, only to vomit HERSELF mid-way through the cleaning job.
I hope the dog doesn’t die. I hope the nanny doesn’t quit. I hear New Delhi is lovely this time of year.