Today it felt like I had a tennis ball in my throat every time I tried to swallow. But don't worry, I had three- yes, three- child inpatient groups and then an evening adolescent inpatient multi-family group so there was definitely plenty of time to relax and rest my throat from talking. Dang jiggity. At least I have a Chas to come home to. He had dinner all ready for me and a back tickle afterwards. And listen to this- he even braved a lone trip to Smith's for some medicine. Believe it. He takes care of me.
Oh yeah, and today is the last day for having long hair.