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Champ’s surgery last Friday went fine. Sure it looks like it had a lobotomy but he was only out of it for the first day, when I found him staring at the bookshelf as if he were contemplating if he wanted to read Harry Potter or a John Grisham novel. Decisions, decisions. He’s been on antibiotics and anti-inflamatories but is otherwise pretty normal. Until Monday night when he kept shaking his head in 10 second intervals. I checked his ears and noticed one was red and had a foul smell to it, which is a sure sign of a bacterial/yeast infection. I’ve heard of antibiotics causing yeast infections in women, but not dogs. I guess it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility. And as much as I hated to see him fidget, I also hated the constant shaking sound, so we made an appointment with the vet for the next day after work. Sure enough, ear infection. So not only does he have a deep gash across the top of his head, but he also has an earache which I only seem to make worse with the ear drops they gave me and the now-daily ear cleanings, which require squirting steroid-laced liquid into his ear and wiping it out with cotton balls. I’m not sure which he hates worse, ear cleanings or having his temperature taken, but I’d probably say ear cleanings.

And of course, I’ve been so worried about him that I find myself waking up in the middle of the night to check on him. I know he’s in pain even though he can’t really communicate with me, and it makes me scared to think of how stressed out I’ll be when we have a baby and he/she gets sick or has an earache. You just feel so…helpless. I hate it.

Know what else I hate? Neglecting to blog about cool stuff. Like the awesome time we had with Nora and Irish at the Dave Matthews Band concert a couple of weeks ago. (You can read her recap post and see a pic of us on her blog here). I always love seeing Dave live but the hubs had never been to one of his concerts, and was subsequently not a big fan. I think he could only name one or two songs, if that. And now? Big fan. He borrowed all of my DMB CDs so he could listen to them in the car. And, I caught him singing one of my favorite songs (Satellite) just yesterday.

Which reminds me of the greatest thing to happen in the last couple of weeks…My husband is home every single night! It sounds weird when I say it out loud like that, as if my husband is usually out every night traipsing around with hookers doing blow. I mean, I guess he could be, but that’s not what I meant. Since last September, he’s been out of town Monday – Friday with the exception of vacations and a few random Wednesday nights for work. He’s essentially a traveling salesman and he hates it. I haven’t talked about it much because I didn’t want people knowing that I was home alone most weeknights (correction: home alone with a mean ferocious dog and a high tech security system. Ahem.) But he’s home now and life is good. I think the traveling was hardest on him because he missed home so much, but his mood has improved significantly and he’s actually HAPPY when he gets home from work instead of moaning and groaning to me on the phone about how much his job sucks.  This is his second week home and he STILL grins from ear to ear each evening when he gets home from work. “I’m HOME! On a Tuesday!” he says. It’s cute. I missed him greatly and weekends were cherished, precious time together, but now things can return to normal.

The only downside to all of this is that I now have to make REAL dinners. Apparently popcorn is not considered a meal to my husband.

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