My duck is sicko sick (or maybe the monkey has found a Laotian voodoo duck doll and is squeezing it mercilessly). I probably should have gone to the doctor's much earlier, but I wanted to finish writing an editorial piece and so left the office only after three yesterday. Despite the medication, I spent last night moaning and groaning in bed, while my head spun and duck rolled about in agony (Angel got kicked off the bed quite a few times).
Today, I thought I could try to be a little productive at home, but after a flavourless brunch (no thanks to my blocked nasal headspace), I found that sitting upright made my duck woozy (and ooze a clear, slimey fluid) and so reverted to a horizontal position (while Angel sat on, by and above me). The way things look, I might be grounded tomorrow as well. Meanwhile, mrs budak is making pumpkin soup...
Well-wishing visitors are welcome. Please bring some chocolates for my duck.
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Went to the clinic again after a night of untoward sensations. The doctor said my duck is feverish and prescribed an antibiotic which he cheerfully added might result in the runs. To this mrs budak suggested that I take some of the probiotic powder the vet prescribed to Angel when she had loose stools.
hahha blame it on monkey why don't you
told you ebola is not the hype nowadays mr duck flu
besides i havent been to laos lately *blink* *twiddle thumb* *whistle*
Posted by: monkey | 22 June 2006 at 09:58 PM
If can get MC, I can visit your duck... :p And pat Angel... :)
Posted by: | 22 June 2006 at 11:59 PM
Not bird flu hor?
*SQUEAK*
Posted by: | 23 June 2006 at 02:24 PM