I'm feeling much better, thank you very much.
I was listless. I didn't eat. I threw up. I slept round the clock. I didn't jump on any furniture. I didn't even eat my poop. All my usual symptoms when Mommy goes out of town. Only, she was home.
She took me to the doctor's, where I immediately perked up. I love my doctor. He thought maybe just maybe I might have a thyroid problem. They decided rather than stick me with the big needle-stick (since I had just gotten two other shots during which I was very, very brave) we would wait to see if I rallied. I tried.
But I just couldn't.
So, I got the big stick.
I had pancreatitis. How in heaven's name did I get THAT?~?
I had a week of two different pills twice a day AND my heart pill, which meant I got 5!yummy!,de-lish!pill!pockets!a!day!! Honestly, who wouldn't feel better after that?
And I do.
Life is good.
And don't you forget it.