Paws Together for Beau AGAIN

 

Once again my sweet Boy Beau is sick, with the same thing he has had since Dec 30, 2024, this is the 3rd ER visit, with vomiting and bloody diarrhea. 

This time was not a holiday or a weekend, but Monday evening and his vet does surgeries on Tuesday and no patient visits.

He was sick from 3:30 Monday until I took him to ER at 6:30 AM.

I woke up both nights with side effects of tinnitus in my ears that sounded like screaming hearing aids, in fact I got up to see if it was Bob's new aids.

Back to my doctor, the pills did seem to calm me, but with two side effects, might not be able to take them.

We are all ok, Beau is conked out all morning from two injections, one for nausea and one for diarhea that last 24 hours.

He is good now... Hope to be back soon.

While Beau was getting IV's for dehydration and shots and exam, I documented

the fact that since we were there in 2024, we are proud to say we did a sizeable portion of their remodel. It Looks Beautiful.

The coffee bar is for you Ginny.. and I wanted a cup but due to Side Effects on IBS could not have one. You might think I was the only one there,

Why yes, I was, the place was empty, they close at 8 am, two employees and Me and Beau and I realized after I got home, I was in a glass building taking photos when anyone could have walked in off the street and shot, stabbed, kidnapped me with no problem........😁😁😁 the place is all glass windows and large doors that open when you walk up

My Coffee Cup Keeps Running Away with my brain

 

My coffee cup keeps running away,

I can't seem to get it to stay.

 I was drinking it only minutes ago.

Where oh where is my coffee cup, I just do not know.

I actually got really angry because I could not find it, I even looked right at it, because I stand there daily to do my balance exercises in the sparkles of the nook, while drinking my first cup of coffee. I rushed/stormed around the house crying because I lost my cup. I did, really I did.

It seems that I did the last 9 months of 24/7 care-giving without having a breakdown and suddenly two weeks ago, life settled down, Bob showed much improvement and in most things improved to about 80 percent of his old self. Life is a lot better, so what is up with me now?

Why then do I lose everything I pick up, and can't see it when it is there?

I have reached the end of my rope, I am angry, even at inanimate objects. I drop a lid on the floor and curse and want to stomp it to smithereens, and sometimes get so frustrated I have beat on the walls with my fists.

I have become a poked bear, a snarly snapping shrew.

I am in a brain fog, I cry while doing the normal routine, I lose words when talking and can't remember what I am talking about. I stutter talk, stopping and starting.

I burst into tears, over little things that don't matter, things that just are, and have been for 9 months. An Example is, I am on the throne, the dog is staring at me saying POTTY NOW, Bob is on the bedside throne waiting for me, and I am crying and saying why, why why do we all have to GO at the same time.This is not meant to be a joke. This is serious. I need to see a doctor.

I pray and think I can pray it away and NOTHING WORKS, I am getting worse.

I screamed at Bob, can't you see I am losing my MIND? when he asked why I was crying.

I recived  an email from a blog friend and she tells me she thinks I might need the drug she just started taking, that her life has changed completely since she went to the doctor. Thank you dear friend.

Yesterday I called and went in to see the PA for my doctor, I told her all this and much more and she said.Do you think you have dementia? UM YES, 

Didn't you have the test for that? yes What did they say? They said I do  not have dementia.

She said, Sandra you are sharp, what you are feeling is common for caregivers. I ask why am I falling apart now, when everything is better? She replied, Because your body has been in survivor mode, everything is working and allowing you to function and do what ever is needed. Now your don't need your body's help, and you are in the same thing as when Adrenalin lets you do impossible things but when you have done it, your body gets weak, your mind gets weak and you need help getting back up.

I am picking up RX today. I am not crazy, and I might stop blogging for a few days to allow the meds to get my memory back.

MY brain needs to rest. Stop working for a while. Enjoy the serotonin the pills will  give me. I even forgot to give Beau his meds which I have never done before. He can't walk without them, I cried and cried over that. I am sharing this because one of you might be in a similar situation and need to know you are not alone and that doctors can and will help.

We don't have to suffer and fake it til we make it so others don't know we are suffering. 

I Love you all, and I might be here or might not, but I am OK and Will be better so I can make you all laugh and feel happy which makes me happy

I have Sunday and Monday on auto post, maybe I will be better by then.

Two Dreams -Two NSAIDS

Last week I took 2 Tylenol at bedtime, because I had hacked down these vines, to get to Beaus poop. I have no idea how he got back there, but I saw him come out and KNEW he went because I could smell it.

I finished with the loppers and clippers and could reach behind the fern to lift out the poop. See red dot.

Same Night I gave Bob his nightly 2 Tylenol at bedtime 

we both had strange dreams

My Dream is first

Pain Pills give me strange dreams. They also give them to Bob. Even Tylenol causes dreams.

My dream this past week.

I am kneeling in beach sand, there is a football player laying in the sand, I put my finger down in the sand and draw a slash from top to bottom. I write the words, Victory Forever in a slanted slash across the other slash making it look like a tilted cross. I am humming a song, I don't know what it is. I realize that behind me are rows and rows of old 1950's style theater seats, maybe a thousand of the rows and every seat has a black silhouette of a person, male and female sitting there. I am running down every aisle, searching for the profile, I have to find Johanna

 profile, I know her well enough to find her that way. I am panicked, humming and searching and I wake up.

I am really humming a song, I get out of bed and still humming finally recognize its the old hymn that I have not heard in 50 years or more, Victory In Jesus.

I have not seen Johanna, my friend for 13 years at my office, since I retired in 2006.

She is fine, I looked on FB to see if she is.

Sand? Football Player? Drawing in sand? No clue

I have absolutely no clue where any of this came from, but I did find the song and Carrie Underwood is belting it out on my computer and I am singing along with it.

Bobs Dream

 Bob wakes me up at 2:20 am, he is whispering over and over,

Oh My God Oh my God, Oh my God and I get up to see what is wrong thinking call 911. He can't hear me because his aids are in their box.

I run get the hearing aid and say what's wrong.

He said I had a dream, I was brushing my teeth, really hard and long and fast and I choked and swallowed the tooth brush, it went all the way down my throat and I was saying Oh My God, Oh My God, how can I get it out.

WE HAVE No Clue....

We both try to never take a pain pill of any kind but sometimes ancient bones need help to sleep.

Why was he whispering? Why can I hear him whisper in a sound sleep. What if we both have a dream at the same time?

do we need a dream specialist?

No I did not ask AI to make a picture of bob's dream.

Just using my own imagination scares me silly.

Note: I have a LABEL named Nsaid Dreams there are 4 more of these, and if by chance you go there, this one comes up first, but the rest are there.