GB has a nasty, horrid, red lump on his knee. He was bit my something at day camp Thursday or Friday and instead of getting better, it's getting worse. (Darn! I should have taken a picture!) He was up before 5am, telling me he couldn't sleep because it hurts. He also likes to really ham it up for attention every chance he gets, so it's hard to tell when it's serious. Anyway, I call the doctor's office because this here is outside the realm of my expertise. I was only trained in first aid, so should you impale yourself, I'll get you nice and set up for the paramedics to take over. But 3 days after a bite? If triple antibiotic ointment doesn't heal it, it must need a doctor. So I tell DH I'll make the appointment and he can take little man in this afternoon.
Of course the doctor is out of town. Her office partner is seeing her patients in her absence. DH seriously dislikes this other doctor, and now doesn't want to take GB in. It's Monday morning, my coffee spilled all over the counter, thus I am not in the mood for stubbornness.
On the other hand, I'll forgive him because he did make an awesome dinner yesterday, complete with oatmeal cookies.
We're in the home stretch with this dog sitting thing. I like Louise, but she is very jealous of my Eva and keeps starting fights. I'll miss her when she's gone, but I'll also be relieved. And just in time for the new one to come....(I'll explain later)