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Well, What the Hell Does that Mean?

Clint came home with more albuterol for Ethan's nebulizer and steoids. I am not sure what that means....is it in his lungs? I would love an explanation, not just medication given to Clint. I really only care if the little guy gets better, but I am an information person. I need to be armed with information...wether good or bad I must know all I can so I am prepared for everything. Boy, that sounds like a mental disorder if I have ever heard one. I am serious though. When my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, I had an entire notebook of reaserch I had done. Maybe she wasn't the information type of personality. She was more of the denial personality.

The kids and I will be cleaning out the zoo cages today. I am not sure , but I think I hate Pine bedding. I really prefer the odorless crap. With the pine, it stinks even before they piss on it. Do not get me wrong, I love my bunny, guinea pigs, sugar glider and Tanner. They are just stinky more then I would like. I clean out there cages a minimum of twice a week. The kids "help" too. Oh yes the help of a bunch of preschoolers. CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!!!!

Last night Emily decided to puke right in the middle of an albuterol treatment. Sh ecaught it all in her hand, but as I ran for a towel, the puke spewed again. Too much for a three year old to hold in her hand. Then lucky me, as I am on the ground cleaning puke off the carpet, she decided to expell the last of the puke in her mouth with a few good, deep coughs. They landed on my face. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ethan managed to puke on me yesterdat as well, along with half of the stairs. I really would like a vacation. I need to get away. Why do my relatives not work for southwest? I could fly to see my friends at home. Well, and my Grandmother and Brother. (that was my subtle way of giving you an update that my Dad is gone).

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