Coco had her meds tonight in meatball form. That has always been option A in our book, but Coco doesn’t always go with option A. She’s taken to option B for the past couple weeks: us shoving her pills down her throat with our fingers. …I think you can see why the meatball method is option A. SO MUCH EASIER.
Her appetite is returning, thank dog. As we’re using the sleepy meds with her less and less, she’s returning to normal. She still sleeps most of the day, but in her boxes and beds on the floor. She’s less anxious. She gets her routine in. The only time she’s been consistently a barky pill is at night. I’m sitting next to her in bed right now, actually, trying to get her to lay down and go to sleep. No dice so far.
And Kerry just came in! She’s here to see Liz’s show. Hang out. Be a boss, as per usual. She’s in Liz’s office since I’m holed up in the taping room while I’m sick. Le sigh.
Feeling better in that regard. Fever broke this morning and I don’t think it’s come back. At least not as bad as when I first came down sick. Might still be there low-grade. Still have the cough, but really only when I’m speaking. Otherwise it’s pretty much non-existent. I have hopes, you guys, that I’m going to be better in a couple days. Maybe by Monday. I really, really hope so.
Night night.