So I got sent home with no medicine and a prescription to buck up and quit my bitching. I was fever free today, so I decided that I might as well try running a bit. The dog was really housebound, so she needed to get out for at least a walk. If you're wondering how I could tell she needed to get out, it because she starts doing stuff like this:
|Can't stop, won't stop|
I was able to complete 6.5 miles (4.5 on the treadmill in addition to the 2 miles outside) without making myself feel any worse, so I call it a win. The doctor did want to culture my throat swabs, but they won't have results until Wednesday and I'm pretty if I waited until then to workout that I'd kill some innocent person at Target in an endorphin-deprivation induced rage fit.
Faith seems to feel a lot better today, but I can tell she's not 100%.
|Oh, I'm so tired|
|Just kidding, KUNG FU TODDLER!|
She was getting stir crazy being cooped up in the house, so I let her play out in the driveway since it was actually under 90 degrees today. I'm trying to wait until tomorrow to let her play in the pool or sprinkler because I don't want her to catch a chill from cold hose water. I made Peanut join us because she otherwise drives me nuts by barking at us from inside.
|This is literally the most boring thing ever, and I'm a freaking dog.|
I could tell that Faith wasn't feeling good because she asked to go inside after just 20 minutes. Normally I have to make her come inside, but after some cold water she was ready to run laps in the kitchen, so she must not feel too bad.
|I need to hydrate after spreading all those Legos. Phew!|
Side note: I'm a huge fan of these little Deer Park for kids water bottles. The little bottle makes her so excited to drink water, plus the water has fluoride (our normal tap water doesn't). Obviously Deer Park didn't pay me to talk about this, but if they sent me a free lifetime supply, I would get a Deer Park tattoo. Think about it Deer Park, think about it.
I know I said I wouldn't subject everyone to pictures of my burned hand, but I can't resist just one. I'm having so much fun grossing my husband out with this (at least it doesn't hurt anymore, so I can enjoy the humor part of the burn).
|Even a manicure wouldn't have helped this picture|
For a palate cleanser after that picture, look at my pretty new bracelets!
|Please ignore the prostrate toddler in the background|
Which is grosser, bloody Nylabone or burn blister? I really included some quality content today, you're welcome.