Paying the piper...

Much writhing today. Beached whale status on my painful abdominal. Missed doses of erythromycin exact such a high price that you think I could manage to remember my medications all four times ... five, really, with the middle of the night thyroid med dose.

Amos was a real trooper, attentively waiting upon his miserable momma. So, before our night ended, we played "Where's Momma?" (puppy dog hide-and-seek).  At least one of us is contentedly sleeping now.