Last year, our family didn't get a Spring. We had a really cold February and March (generally when Spring starts in Charlotte) and then there the weeks of pneumonia and Bridget's first hospitalization. Spring hit during her hospitalization. I missed all the azaleas and all the dogwoods because apparently we went from 0 to 50 in 8 days last year. We recovered from the first hospitalization and then she had the second one two months later.
I'd like to go on record as saying the we didn't get a "March through June" last year. We just didn't get to experience those months like everyone else. I'd kind of like a refund.
Alas, it does make me appreciate THIS Spring so much more. I'm still not up to 100% Urban Farming, but I have lots of plants out and at least modest plans for the rest of the vegetable garden and the flower beds.
And like every traumatic event, Dave and I have been acutely aware of the anniversaries. When Bridget got her cold a few weeks ago, on the anniversary of her first hospitalization, we were not amused. But she bounced back quickly and everything seemed great.
Then she woke up Monday barking, a sign that she's getting the Bad Cold of Laryngitis, the pulminologist hates so much. It gives adults laryngitis, but it's a particularly bad virus for squirrel who favors atelectasis to get. It appears to be getting progressively worse. It's not BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD! But it's not good, either.
We're going back to the doctor tomorrow to decide on steroids or not. Even if she starts to poop out and her O2 tanks overnight, I think we can still make it until tomorrow's doc visit.
Honestly, when I was out there in the garden thinking about how wonderful this Spring is and how suck-ash the last one was, I fully expected this blog entry to be all unicorns and rainbows. It still is, I guess, just not in the way I was expecting.
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