I no longer have to force myself to eat, so I guess that means I'm going to live. Unfortunately it also means I can't spend most of the day unconscious...as I'd like to since it still hurts oh so very much. Al wanted me to set an appt for today or tomorrow and he'd take me, but it's sad to say...I feel too shitty to go in. That's pretty shitty.

Oh, and the puppy jumped on my ear last night jumping into the bed. She slammed it with a front paw, then as I was SCREAMING, she scrabbled over and launched off it with a back paw. Al woke up (because sleeping is difficult when your wife is SCREAMING IN AGONY) and he tells me...'She didn't mean to'.

Yes, I know that. I didn't think the dog had planned anything. It just HURT.

Oh and then one of the other dogs launched up onto the bed to see if she could help. Fortunately not over my head.

And it wasn't the first time the puppy has hit the ear. Sadly it's also not the last. It was the most painful though, because she caught it JUUUUST right.

I can hear okay out of my other ear and my voice is fine so I could get some work done, but i feel so fucking shitty I'm not going to. I'm just going to take it easy until the weekend, and even then I think I may take it easy through the weekend though I'll HAVE to put in some work.