I’ve been on a bit of a detour this week. You can go to the blog that I share with my sister to get the details on what’s been going on (link right above). Short and sweet is that Snoopy got very sick on Monday, I’m alone at night because Ray is on graveyards and Snoopy’s discomfort/condition seem to flare out of control in the dark hours. So he screams and cries and burns up with fever while I try to comfort him all night. It’s been a horrific game of trying to make him comfortable, anticipate his needs, try not to get bit while attempting to help him and understanding that into everyone’s life a little dog pee must soak ones pajama pants. I make light of it but it’s actually been horrible and brutal and heart breaking. It’s been picking him up off the lawn at 1:30am when he face plants into the grass because he’s unable to stand up. It’s been listening to him shriek in pain through heavy duty narcotics. It’s been trying to get him to eat, injecting water into his mouth every hour, petting and shushing him while crying myself. All of this, all night long all by myself…and then going to work all day.
Anyway, Snoopy is now back with the vet, apparently he had a good night last night with minimal pain killers and is walking around much better. He still has a high fever so there’s definitely something not right with him and they’re trying to figure it out. We’re trying to figure out what our decision about him will be going forward. There are people in my family who tell me in no uncertain terms that Snoopy’s health and wellbeing comes dead last in the list of all the other things that I have to consider. This from someone who actually has their own animal. Along with everything else we’re dealing with, it’s startling when you discover that when the chips are down, people’s reactions to it are so different than what yours are or what you would expect of them. Especially when it’s not even their own chips that are down; all they have to do is offer support and they can’t even do that.
Our uncertainty about what’s going to happen going forward isn’t about whether or not we want to keep him, we certainly do, in a perfect world Snoopy is our second dog! But whether or not his current needs & condition are something that we’re even logistically able to deal with? If he needs constant supervision for the next two months…..well…..we both work, we have no ability to supervise him all day long. Unfortunately when we agreed to take him, we agreed to take a healthy puppy that would be perfectly find staying home during the day with Grace. Snoopy isn’t that puppy right now and it’s heart breaking.
OK, Snoopy aside. No. Wait. There is no “Snoopy aside”. He’s pretty much consumed my existence for the last week. No gym, no exercise, barely functioning to cook. Last night since he’s in the care of the vet, I came home and had a glass of wine, dinner, a scorching hot bath and a lovely blue sleeping pill and was dead to the world at 7:35 (went to bed at 7:30 and Ray came to ask me about making my lunch 5 minutes later and apparently couldn’t wake me up…zzzzzz). So I got over 10 hours of dreamless sleep….and this morning I feel worse than I’ve felt the rest of the week. A bit of sleeping pill still in my system plus an adrenaline hangover, I suspect.
Last week (when things were still normal), I had done a lot of research regarding adding a new vitamin to my fitness routine. I went out and spent quite a bit of money on it and was all raring to go this week, test it out, see how it made me feel, what my performance was like and if it did anything to give me further or different results. I see the little pill mixed in with the rest of my vitamins each morning and it’s a bit of a kick in the pants when I have to pick it out and then throw it back in the container. No weight lifting means no supplement!
On the subject of vitamins, go and research Vitamin D. It’s long been believed to prevent multiple sclerosis in women who live in the Northern Hemisphere but more and more research is indicating now that everyone should take the vitamin and in larger doses than was ever previously thought. I currently take 5000IU daily and my hubby takes 2000IU…I’m working him up slowly, not because of reaction but because he’s a staunch supporter of “conventional wisdom” and doing what “they” prescribe. (shakes head)
DISCLAIMER! I’m not equipped to give dietary or vitamin or supplement recommendations, I can only speak for myself at this time. Proceed at your own discretion.
Anyway, I hope that next week things will be more normal and I can set my alarm for early gym and go and test out the new supplement. Results/reactions I’ll post here!