The chicken has flown to croup?!

Well, I refer to chicken as Regan because she REALLY didn’t want to go to the doctor’s this morning.  The crocodile tears were in effect and left me tell you I really tried to stop her crying because she sounded possessed (kind of like the Excorcist – and what was that little girls name?? – now you are getting where I’m coming from).

And disgustingly, yes, she has croup.  Early stages thank goodness and we didn’t have to wait terribly long at the doctor’s.  So cool temperature in the house (check), vaporizer (check), meds (they are on the way) and a day of just chilling is in order. 

As far as I’m concerned we can stay home tomorrow too!