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Ricky, it got worser. My throat hurts. And I’m getting that sickly taste. And coughing. Quite a bit. I had one cough-attack that was so hard that I was throwing up a little. Felt like I had a little grain of salt stuck in my throat and it would not come up but my lungs almost did. Almost.
A nice big helping of mama’s homemade chicken soup made it all better though.
Might have to give up the laundry time tomorrow. Depending on how I feel. I have to go to the library, though. I have books reserved with the last pickup date being tomorrow. Currently reading Duma Key by El King. Makes me want to move to Florida and get a friend called Wireman. I think I’m just getting to the scary parts now, though. Ask me tomorrow and I might prefer moving to Greenland and befriending the polar bears.
Sniffle. Cough.
October 7th, 2008 at 3:30
Polar bears are our friends.
Get well soon, my dear danish goat boy. Does steam help you? Like do you feel better after a shower? Try putting a pan of water on the stove to increase the humidity in your apartment. That sometimes helps me with a cold a a scratchy throat.
The goatzies and donkey girl were little love muffins this afternoon. Everyone wanted scratches and to lean on my leg or rest their cute little face on my knee. Nothing like warm drowsy goats on a sunny afternoon.
Also, a donkey with her mouth full of hay is a donkey less likely to bite. So from now on I will have to carry something to fill the donkey’s mouth with instead of my arm!
October 7th, 2008 at 17:22
Debster – In recent times many of my friends have revealed themselves to be polar bears. Although that may be my mild flu talking. I took a long, hot shower today and it helped a little. Perhaps I should acquire a sauna. I bet the polar bears would approve.
When you are now planning to carry hay with you are you going to carry it in your own mouth? That way the donkey will be safe from Debster bites. I think Ineed some rest now.
October 8th, 2008 at 4:08
The goats always want to smell our breath for some reason. I don’t know if they can tell we are “meat-eaters” and not vegetarians or what.
We have found out that birds (in the house) squawk less when their little beaks are kept filled will food. We brought home some nachos, rice, and a cheese enchilada for Buddy (he just gets bites of everything, not the whole enchilada!)
October 8th, 2008 at 4:09
Oh, I sing “Nacho, nacho bird, I want to be a nacho bird” to the tune of The Village People’s hit – “Macho Man”. Buddy seems to enjoy it.
October 8th, 2008 at 22:44
hahahha! Nacho bird. I love it. We should make a musical starring all our various animals. Altough I don’t know how to teach a goat to sing.