Apparently, Andrew and I have offended whatever spirit lives in our house...
Bear started with *high fevers followed by nothing for 24 hours* (repeat starred section) Saturday night. Tuesday she stopped turning her head and would instead turn her entire body if she needed to look at something. We spent Tuesday night on the phone with the pediatrician and checking on her hourly to make sure she wasn't developing meningitis. She was fine Wednesday and then started with the stiff neck thing again Wednesday night (another sleepless night of checking on Bear hourly). Thursday we finally took her to the pediatrician and found out she has strep throat - her swollen glands are probably causing her neck pain.
In the meantime, Andrew goes to the doctor to have his sore knee looked at and finds out that he has a partially torn ligament in his knee. Samantha and Alice went to the vet Wednesday for their yearly check up and shots BUT it seems Alice has an ulcer on her eye and an elevated white blood cell count so she can't get her shots. And Samantha has a double ear infection. So three prescriptions, a pending referral to a doggy ophthalmologist, and $350 later the dogs are on their way to well being.
But wait, in the middle of the night last night, Samantha fell off the bed. (Our bed is about 3 1/2 feet high.) No big deal, it happens sometimes. But last night, in flailing her paws about to stay on the bed she managed to snap off one of her nails. We woke up this morning to pools of blood all over the carpet.
If anything else goes wrong by the end of the week I am moving out until the church declares this place habitable again.