Calendar wise, we are truly in the midst of summer. And boy is it hot. Humid hot. The kind that makes you wilt.
Not that I'm going much of anywhere.
I guess I'm shocked that I'm still weak. I don't think I've ever felt like this. Like someone came along, scooped out about three quarters of me and left me that way.
I honestly don't know when I can face getting dental work again. I would have to get beyond how I feel now and have it dim a bit in my memory.
I remember my granny had dentures. When she took them out it was one scary sight to me as a child.
What would you do if going to the dentist caused you to get shingles that lasted week upon week? I really want to know.
And then there's poor Abi. I've been giving her the pills for her cough. First it was one twice per day. Then it was one once per day.
Still, she was waking me up needing to go outside to urinate. I put puppy pads down. Sometimes she'll use them, sometimes she won't.
So I cut it down to one half a pill in the morning several days ago.
Yesterday about 7 p.m. I was on my bed reading my Kindle and I felt something wet.
It didn't even look like urine. It was clear. So I guess the steroid is just making water go straight through her.
I got a towel and started soaking it up when I saw another big wet spot. If I have to guess, I'd say she urinated about ten times in half an hour. And then the next half hour.
I had taken off the bedding and laid down towels. In a blink they were wet and I was tossing them off and grabbing more.
It was scaring her. I know it scared me. Charlie didn't know what was going on.
I caught myself talking out loud: "Please let her be okay. Please let her be okay." Because I wasn't sure exactly what was going on.
This morning I'm one again washing all the bedding. I have the mattress pad stretched out across my wicker chairs out on the patio drying.
I washed the quilt last night and stretched it across the red chairs in my dining space. It's dry. Working on the sheets now.
I talked to the vet's office this morning, and they told me that the steroid does that. Once it's built up in her system, that's sometimes just how it goes. Literally.
I told them for now I will have to take her completely off of it. I'm still exhausted from being sick. They said it would take a few days to leave her system and that they'd tell Dr. Wendy.
Mercy me.
I think in any other circumstance I might have just sat down on the floor and cried. But I didn't want to frighten her even more.
My doctor's office called yesterday and said to go on a pro-biotic.
I got online at Amazon.com, since I've got Prime, and looked them up. However, for some odd reason it wasn't going to arrive for about a week.
So I ordered from Walmart.com this morning, and it said it should be here by Saturday.
I hope things settle down because I'm too young to be shipped off to the old folks' home.
At this rate, it might be the funny farm.
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