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What a difference a day makes. Well, to finish on the dogs' party tale, I'll offer the Reader's Digest Version:

1) Dogs are wrestling and plow into S's leg at work, hurting him.
2) S reminds me that he is a cat-person and can't stand my dogs; it hurts to hear, but I know it is true.
3) Bake dog cake; it turns out well, though the frosting melted a bit because I frosted it while warm.
4) S goes to the dog party and was great. My mom totally went overboard on the "Scooby Doo" theme. We all opened toys, and S even posed in a party hat for pictures and sang "Happy Birthday." (My dad also posed and sang in his I-can't-believe-she-got-me-to-do-this voice and demeanor.)
5) Dogs are excited and restless while we all watch Bullitt and attempt to ruin movie, but it is still enjoyed. S was very cute all vegged out in the recliner.
6) Fight the snows to get home.
7) S has the worst migraine I think he has had yet. We're up most of the night, and he really was suffering on many levels. He gets pretty agitated and there isn't much I can do to comfort him, but I try my best.
8) I try not to wake him in the morning, but end up having an acid problem with my stomach and have to go to the ER.

Anyway, I'm fine and he is, too. I'm still sore, but surviving. As I said, though, what a difference a day makes. S was supposed to take yesterday off because he was sick, but then I got sick. I had my dad take me to the ER because I didn't want S to be there when he wasn't feeling great. (I had a wonderful doctor, too. She was thorough and fast, and gave me my privacy--like saying she'd keep the exam "G-Rated" since my dad was there, though he walked out for me.) I have to say that I really liked that my dad was there with me at the hospital. His presence can really comfort me. It was like a "moment" for us. He is great. He got me laughing a little and just listened as I rambled in my pain-killer induced state. He even called my girlfriend to cancel lunch for me. I held his hand there and back in the car. I love him a lot and don't want to imagine a day when he, or my mom or S, aren't there.

I do feel badly that S was supposed to take the day off at work because he wasn't feeling well and then I had to be off. I feel like I let him down, even though he said I didn't. I just felt so guilty that I had a crisis when he did. I felt like it seemed like I was an attention-sucker or something. He ended up going in to the office for an hour, and I wished so much that I hadn't gotten sick.

So that's the scoop. This blog is really nothing but a journal entry of my yesterday.

But... as S says, "It is what it is."