Thompson Falls, Montana is home to a billion gajillion mosquitos.And they all bit Ethan over the weekend. At last count we were over 90 bites.
My poor baby.
Can you say Benedryl?
So, I was doing pretty well managing my emotions. I kept telling people that I had processed a lot of my grieving over Tejan's departure back in January - when we were so close to saying goodbye... and so that must be why I wasn't feeling overly emotional about it this time around. I hadn't shed any tears. Hadn't choked up in that strange, overwhelming way where I feel like my whole head is filling up with fluid and my throat is so constricted I'm just sure I'm going to die. Nope. I was doing just fine. And then I went out to dinner with some girlfriends. And while I was a little socially inept because I'm a kind of overwhelmed and not really wanting to talk too much lately (perhaps in subconscious fear that I might touch on a nerve that would cause my aforementioned steely resolve to crumble) I thought I got through the evening fairly well. I didn't tear up - or need tissue for any fluids defiantly leaking from my facial orifices... until I made the a...
I itch just looking at those poor legs. Seriously, I do!
ReplyDeleteOuch. Poor thing!
ReplyDeleteLooks like he takes after his Uncle Ken. When we went to Yellowstone the Dr told to give him yeast tablets for a period of time before we went. Don't remember the details of how much or how long before but I guess it helped. It is scarier now though with the West Nile virus out there.
ReplyDeleteAck! That looks uncomfortable!
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