Karmann: Mom. Mom we have to talk.
Karmann: You know I have Addison’s, right?
Me: I am aware.
Karmann: Right. Yeah. I know cause I was there when the vet told you.
Me: Indeed you were.
Karmann: I was also there when she told you that any kind of stress–happy exciting stress or bad scary stress–would likely require a bolus of Prednisone SO WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!???
Karmann: You took me to the vet on Thursday and I was both excited and nervous so I became a total spaz over the weekend and where was my bolus? Mom! Where was my bolus?
Me: But you’ve been doing so well managing stress that I didn’t even–
Karmann: Out! Take me out! My intestines have yet more mucuos I need to evacuate! YOU DID THIS.
(Take Karmann outside, wander futilely as she sniffs around, uncomfortable. After 10 minutes, return to the house.)
Me: Awwwwww, Nut. I’m sorry.
Karmann: You did this. Shape up.
Karmann: Oh hey, and before you go back downstairs, I just want you to know–when you accidentally gave me Cal’s Trazadone? And I was stoned all day? And you laughed?
Me: Yeah, I am REALLY sorr–
Karmann: I remember. Just know that. I remember.