When last I wrote, I feared that my daughter's chihuahua, Bea, was dying. Well, after 3 long days and nights, she is now lapping water on her own. We are still syringe feeding her food, but that's a long way from where we were on Saturday. She is able to hold her head up and even take a few wobbly steps today. We have hope.
I also had a first today. My first colonoscopy. The prep was the worst part of the entire procedure. I may consent to a second one if they improve the prep. I am grateful that all was ok, except that it seems I have inherited diverticulitis from my mom. I have never had the first symptom, so I don't plan on changing anything, yet.
It's back to work tomorrow for me.