The Incredible Hulk

Long few days hunkered down with the Keanut man.

Poor boy just wants mostly to be held.

If he wasn't so miserable, it'd be such a sweet experience-- 

getting to cuddle all the time.

You have to watch this video.

Here's the background.

Kean is on a boatload of medicine and most of them

he takes like a champ.

However, there is one drug-- his Steroids that are horribly bitter.

Most of the time, when he takes it, he shudders and groans--

just like he's turning into the Incredible Hulk.

It is hilarious to watch.

Here's from tonight at dinner:

Don't Blame Him...

Poor Kean.

He's just shy of miserable.

Nausea, constipation, Steroids and a constant metallic taste in the mouth--

he's got a pretty wicked combination going.

I had to run to the dentist today-- which

meant leaving him with Miss Responsible (Holland)

for a bit.

I called to check in... and when I asked Holland

how Kean was doing, she said, "well, let's just say

he's not as whiny as he was".

Good news, I guess.

This evening, we had a girls night out

for my birthday and another friend's birthday.

It was lovely to get out of the house for some

great company, good food, adult conversation

and lots of laughs.

Bummer... I got so caught up in the fun, I forgot to take a picture.

Yikes, I hope this doesn't mean Alzheimer's is setting in.