Worms and Birthdays

My puppy (Albert) has worms. I was in the shower, getting ready for work, when Shane came in and told me that he's relieved himself (that'd be #2) in front of the front door, five minutes after he'd been out for a potty break. He said that tons of worms were visible and that my mom (who was home because it was Sarah's first day of kindergarten) said there was a possibility Albert passed them on to us.

For a while, I've been feeling a bit under the weather, nauseous, dizziness and experiencing weird back pain that takes away my breath when I go from a sitting up position to laying down. I set up a doctor's appointment (my first in a year and a half, my last one from when I was in Colorado). After all, my prescriptions for ranitidine and naproxen had run out last July, and I definitely need ranitidine for my ulcer. Anyway, I made the appointment (happy now, Sona?) after trying to put it off as much as possible, due to the expenses that will incur (the 300mg variant I use of ranidine is an expensive prescription), luckily, I'll be able to check the worms thing out too. Still, it's almost two weeks away, September 25th, so that I have enough time to have my records mailed to New Hampshire.

While I'm here and you're reading, I'm having a party on October 7th for my birthday, so if you're in the area, let me know via Shane's cell, as mine is lost and/or broken. I'll be cooking a lot of Italian food, and if Sona comes she's making baklava (right? ha) so it should be a good time.

Ciao.