My face hurts, but it’s a good thing. I never remember laughing and smiling so much that my face was sore, but it’s happened. This current visit of family has just been wonderful and the last couple of days — a real hoot.

Wow, what a set of holidays.  We’ve been sick.  Collectively, sick for nearly 2 weeks.  I had my ups and downs with the various bugs, but I think tomorrow may be my first mostly normal day.  We’ll see how it goes, it just sucks that it’ll be immediately back to work.

Urinary tract infections are a bad deal.  Both Grandma and Daisy got them.  As of yesterday, the doc said Daisy is clean.  We got her stitches out and they did a urine and blood test.  Grandma, on the other hand, is in pretty bad shape.  I got the call on Friday that Grandma was in the hospital.  Everyone seemed to think it was just a bad stomach bug and everything was okay.  I was concerned, but figured when I called the next day things would be sort of worked out.  I called back Saturday and found out she’d been moved to the ICU and that things were really bad.  On the phone they tried to keep us from worrying, but talking to Grandpa he made it sound like the end of the world is here and that Grandma was going to die.  So, we gave the pets everything we could and took off for OKC.  Turned out Grandma was in pretty bad shape, but not quite to the verge of death.  The hospital had/has a handle on things.  After a few days there we had to come back to take care of things here.  Things were looking up and Grandpa was much more upbeat, but when I called yesterday he was worried once again.  I really ought to be there (especially without a job yet), but it’s hard to take care of the pets here (and I can’t bring them along) and be there.  Not to mention it’s not cheap to do that drive.  We’ll see what I wind up doing.