An admission

That damn medicine the doctor prescribed for me worked. By this morning, my throat had stopped hurting. Still coughing, but at least each one does not make me cry like it did the rest of the week.

Simba decided early to enjoy the beautiful day. Slater stayed in bed with me--he sleeps as much as I do--and when I turned him out, I saw Simba relaxing in the sun. She looks so regal. For some reason, this photo makes me a little sad though--maybe because last nite I noticed that one of her fatty tumors has grown a lot in a week. I know they are normal, especially at her very advanced age of 9 or 9.5, and that there is no reason to put her through anasthesia to get rid of them--but for some reason, they still make me sad.

If I thought that was a problem though, I had no idea what was in store for me. I managed to work part of the day, and when I got home, Madison said that Tango was limping. And swollen.
These pics do not begin to show how swollen her leg is. By the time we got everything else done and her brought in, she was walking just fine. Do not ask me how, as that is an ugly mess. It runs right across her right knee--but does not seem that deep, so hopefully it will heal up with no problems.
She was such a good girl to let me doctor it--I got it wrapped up, antibiotics started, etc, and tomorrow, it should soften up enough that I can really dig in there and see what happened. Babies can hurt themselves in a rubber room, they never cease to amaze me.

All that work made it clear to me that when I washed all the dozens of quilt and polos, I lost them. That put me on the internet to order more for the next time this happens--and it will. That reminded me that I also need Seramune for the babies to come, and e.coli endotox----
needless to say, I dropped a wad online tonight, But thank God for it, as otherwise, poor hillbillies like me would not have easy access to the things we need.

It is storming like crazy, and I am praying I made the right choice when I brought Melody in for the nite--she is bedded down in a fresh stall, happy as a clam now probably that she realizes how hard it is storming. It may be an old wives tale, but weather like this sometimes brings on the babies--now watch there be three new ones standing out in the rain tomorrow morning!