I don't mean to brag, but I have the best cat in the whole world. He's the sweetest thing you could ever meet. All he wants to do is to make more friends and find more people to love him. However, that having been said, he's had medical issues galore most of his life. I suppose that kind of makes him perfect for me, huh?
Last week he had a major problem. On Tuesday we brought him to the vet, thinking he had a Urinary Tract Infection. They sent him home with antibiotics, and all was good until Wednesday night. All of a sudden we knew it wasn't just a UTI. He spent all night at the Emergency Vet and my husband and I stayed up all night waiting for them to call and tell us he was okay.
Thursday we picked him up from there and transferred him to our local vet, where he stayed until Saturday morning. The husband and I didn't do much in the way of eating or sleeping until he came home. I missed him so much and was so worried about him. He's home now, and well on his way to recovery (YAY!!!), and we're still trying to catch up on all we missed.
How does this connect to my CRPs you may ask? Well, the lack of sleep, and the stress when he was gone, are killing me. I hadn't been doing well in the sleep department before this whole thing happened, but now I feel so far behind. With lack of sleep comes more pain. I have had the SCS turned up as high as I can handle it, but there's still pain.
The need for air conditioning lately hasn't helped. They have the temperature at the office set right around frozen snot and teeth chattering level. I have to keep my leg wrapped up loosely in a blanket and wear a sweater all day. When I hit the air outside, it's roughly the temperature of hell, so it's not a good contrast. I really do love summer, but it certainly has it's downfalls. Thankfully we've gone from hellishly hot to wonderfully mild today. Let's hope that sticks around.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Summer fun
I meant to post this a while ago, but once again life grabbed me by the balls (ovaries?) and refused to let go. So, there are a lot of things to talk about. I'll try to keep it fairly brief.
The husband and I went to see the Blues Travelers in concert a few weeks ago. They were amazing (of course they were. They're always amazing). We went with another couple. We got there a few minutes early, and took our places up front and center- standing only. We stood there for about an hour before my husband noticed me fidgeting. This is a sure sign that I'm in pain and need to find a seat immediately. I was going to ignore it because I didn't want to ruin anyone's night (I know, I know, but I like to accommodate people), but my husband told the other couple we were finding seats and directed me toward the section of open bleachers. I found me a good husband :)
When we sat down the woman we were with said she was grateful we found seats because she had to sit down. She explained that she has a chronic pain condition, and had reached that same point that I had reached. From that point until the end of the night we discussed the trials and tribulations of dealing with chronic pain. It was nice to have someone to talk to that really understood my pain, and she was right there in front of me! We had a blast.
I paid for it the next day, but the concert was well worth it.
I had a cousin that graduated in June. We went to her party and had a great time hanging out with my family. One of my cousins and I have a long-standing feud where we try to do mean things like push each other in pools and stuff. I pushed him in a pool once years ago and he's never really made me pay for it... at least not yet. I fully expect to be thrown into a pool any time he's around. He could easily pick me up and throw me.
So, I was joking around with him and he was picking on me at the party. Finally I got annoyed enough to try and get him to stop. I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground. That was all well and good- until he took me down by the bad ankle. I'm grateful he was properly trained to perform that move, because I would have been in a much worse situation had he not been, but it HURT! I know I deserved it, and I don't blame him in the slightest for doing it, but it took at least a week for me to be able to put weight on it again. UGH! What can I say? It's the summer!
The husband and I went to see the Blues Travelers in concert a few weeks ago. They were amazing (of course they were. They're always amazing). We went with another couple. We got there a few minutes early, and took our places up front and center- standing only. We stood there for about an hour before my husband noticed me fidgeting. This is a sure sign that I'm in pain and need to find a seat immediately. I was going to ignore it because I didn't want to ruin anyone's night (I know, I know, but I like to accommodate people), but my husband told the other couple we were finding seats and directed me toward the section of open bleachers. I found me a good husband :)
When we sat down the woman we were with said she was grateful we found seats because she had to sit down. She explained that she has a chronic pain condition, and had reached that same point that I had reached. From that point until the end of the night we discussed the trials and tribulations of dealing with chronic pain. It was nice to have someone to talk to that really understood my pain, and she was right there in front of me! We had a blast.
I paid for it the next day, but the concert was well worth it.
I had a cousin that graduated in June. We went to her party and had a great time hanging out with my family. One of my cousins and I have a long-standing feud where we try to do mean things like push each other in pools and stuff. I pushed him in a pool once years ago and he's never really made me pay for it... at least not yet. I fully expect to be thrown into a pool any time he's around. He could easily pick me up and throw me.
So, I was joking around with him and he was picking on me at the party. Finally I got annoyed enough to try and get him to stop. I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground. That was all well and good- until he took me down by the bad ankle. I'm grateful he was properly trained to perform that move, because I would have been in a much worse situation had he not been, but it HURT! I know I deserved it, and I don't blame him in the slightest for doing it, but it took at least a week for me to be able to put weight on it again. UGH! What can I say? It's the summer!
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