a bad day

This morning, curled up in the nook my mom makes with her belly, I had an asthma attack. My second one in a few days. So... I had one of those red M&Ms shoved down my throat. And then while I was gently reminding the folks that it was OVER AN HOUR PAST MY BREAKFAST TIME I got whisked into the carrier and hauled off into the car.

Yes, the vet's. I was prodded and listened to. Then got an injection. Lovely. But luckily I was fed straight away upon arriving at home...

Oh and did I tell you that I really like pumpkin, chocolate chip cookies with walnuts? Fantastic!

Yes, well, my day wasn't much different. After chasing my brother around for a bit at 2am, I suddenly had an asthma attack, my third in nearly as many days. Great. But I couldn't believe it when, in the morning, Tenzin was the one carted off in the box to the vet's. Hooray! I thought.

But then afternoon came... And suddenly I was shut in the kitchen and things didn't look good at all. I tried to figure out how to open the kitchen door, to no avail. And then there I was: in the box, in the car, at the vet's. I thought for sure this was going to be a day-long trial, with me feeling like sh*t for 24 hours. But: whaddayaknow?? I was prodded a bit and that was all: back home in no time!

And I'd like to say that I like garlic butter: delicious and good for you too!