Thanks for all the birthday greetings. Carlton was 3 years old – 1938 – and the dog was “Jerry”.
Today, for me and for my doctor, Carlton agree to visit the Wound Care Clinic at our hospital. The doctor and I fear that Mr C’s chest – which is where all this started in March – is still harboring bacteria. Carlton did not want to go there Not. One. Bit. But, for us, he went. The nurse thinks we might be right. She drew some circles on his chest, wrote him a script for yet more antibiotics and told him to come back on Tuesday.
We were assured that infection or not, surgery can still happen on Friday. Surgery can not happen soon enough.
I think my sinus problem is getting better.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Cheese Burgers today!