Lame

Lots going on at Pug Palace. We have a new foster fellow, named, well he came in as BlindWillie only he's no longer blind due to helpful meds, and Eric calls him Oscar, but he told me his name was Phillip and Son #1 calls him Charlie. Its all good because he's deaf. Anyway, Saturday I called an ambulance for Eric, I thought he was having a heart attack. I mean five little boys were running through the house hollering, plus seven dogs. Then he complained of chest pain, got sweaty and threw up. Anyway it was his gall bladder and today was surgery day. Was supposed to be an outpatient thing so I brought a sock and a little cap I'm working on. Finished the sock, halfway done with the cap, still no word, the guy finally comes out and tells me the gall bladder was all icky. Ok, he showed me a totally gross picture. And he said gangrenous, not icky. So the hubby has to stay in hospital for a few days, and I'll be back n forth checking on pugs, little boys, hubby, and I swear when it's all done I will buy myself a pound of fudge and eat it all by myself.