Lip Bad, Eye Good.

My lip is still disgusting still, all the bacteria is still pushing up and bursting out, like lava from a volcano. I'm still slopping cream on it and swallowing pills. Sam's eyes are still focussing in on it and his face breaking into a smile as he says, with a cheeky grin, "That really is awful." It seems to be like a car accident to him, he can't look away.

Buddy has to give Sam kisses for me.

Buddy's eye is getting better. He's been back to the vet and been checked over. His antibiotics and ointment are still going for the rest of the week. His pupil is still dilated and his eye green, despite the dilating ointment having been finished. From some angles from out of the corner of my eye he still looks possessed. But he seems his normal happy self.