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.