Splat
My medical mini-marathon is finally over. Monday I saw the hand doctor, who injected cortisone into two knuckles. They're rather colorful right now and haven't gotten the full pain-killing effect yet. Yesterday I went to PT, where my foot was worked on, but not my shoulders due to time constraints. Today was the dentist, who fortunately didn't need to do a whole lot of work. But he did enough that my shoulders tensed up, and they were hurting bad when I got home.
So naturally, CJ and Roxie got into a fight. No idea who or what started it, but it was a barnburner. We've found chunks of hair from both dogs and Roxie pooped herself. I broke it up by picking CJ up by the collar. My shoulders don't like that move one bit. Owies. Many owies. I'm going to have to start counting the days until the mini-vacation. I hope I last until then!
So naturally, CJ and Roxie got into a fight. No idea who or what started it, but it was a barnburner. We've found chunks of hair from both dogs and Roxie pooped herself. I broke it up by picking CJ up by the collar. My shoulders don't like that move one bit. Owies. Many owies. I'm going to have to start counting the days until the mini-vacation. I hope I last until then!