Happy Halloween!

Well, it's past midnight and registering as Friday the 31st, so I guess I am safe to wish you all a:

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

Have a good one, enjoy your trick-or-treating, and stay out of the road. :D

More of the same

As far as I know, Saskia is still in the NICU. I really wish she were at Children's Hospital (Metro City has an entire hospital specializing in pediatrics!) but Caroline gets defensive any time you question the Metro U. doctors. I think she's keeping it together by telling herself that Saskia's getting the best possible care, so I hate to push it, but I don't trust them. I don't know how they think Caroline and Mr. C are supposed to pay for all this- she works at a gas station and he works for Sears, for crying out loud! I don't think they care. I think they're out to bilk them for all they're worth and move on once they've cleaned them out. Metro U. Hospitals have always been renowned, but this whole episode has caused my opinion of them to drop several (thousand) notches.

Let the sucking commence

The Dyson is here! I haven't given it its test run/maiden voyage yet, but that will probably take place on Sunday. For some reason, I caught Mr. Samoa trying to stuff extra parts from the old Eureka onto it. Now, the Dyson already has these attachments, so he never could give a good account of himself as to why we might need them: he much preferred to repeat "But I wanted to see if they would fit! I thought we might need them!" and not elaborate as to why he had come to this conclusion. I blame brain rot from the Mucinex.

Signs of improvement

I continue to feel better, though I could wish the cough would go away. Now to convince Mr. Samoa that he needs to get seen. I am thinking I will need a blunt instrument for this.

Sigh, again

So I woke up this morning and my sinuses were on fire. :P Call in, off to Urgent Care. This time I went to the one where we take the residents. I feel better after taking the meds they gave me, so I think this one might actually be hopeful. IhopeIhopeIhope. I am so sick of being sick, I could scream. :P

No real good news anywhere. Saskia is still in the NICU. Every time they get ready to send her home, the little stinker has another bout of apnea. :( She is sooo going to hear about this at her prom!

I suck

Or I am going to, anyways. The ancient Eureka canister vacuum finally gave up the ghost this afternoon. It turned onto its side, which triggered the automatic shutoff. All very well. But then it never came back on, ever. Even after I checked the dustbag, let it cool down, everything. And of course this was about halfway through my vacuuming job. I finished the work as best I could with broom and dustpan, then hauled the thing to the trash cans. I thereupon hit amazon.com and ordered a refurbished Dyson for $250. It'll be winging its way here as of Monday. I sort of informed a rather amazed Mr. Samoa of all this when he returned from walking pups. Hopefully, it and I will have many happy years together.

Still coughing

And now so is Mr. Samoa. Mr. Samoa never gets sick. I literally think the last time he got sick was 2002. What is this crap, anyways?