Saturday, December 15, 2012

Worse day of my life

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. For some reason I wasn't fed breakfast. Mom and Dad went about their business as usual, ignoring my efforts to remind them what they had forgotten. When I was at work with mom, Amy did a TPR on me. I don't mind having my temperature taken too much, but must they do it when I am feeling well? Right afterwards, my nightmare began. They shaved my forearm. The last time they did that ..... ouch!... the catheter was placed. I got the cone of shame as well. Not long afterwards someone pricked my back muscles. I felt weak and tired. It made me sick. The last thing I remembered, mom was injecting some liquids into my catheter. I started to feel funny... more... and more tired.... and my world blacked out.

The next time I opened my eyes, I felt like the world was spinning. I tried to get up to right myself but my legs would not listen. The world was going crazy. I sensed a change between my thighs. It wasn't painful, I was too drugged up to feel it. When the world felt normal again, mom brought me bowl of chicken and dog food. :)

Since then I had been with this ridiculous cone of shame. I still don't know what I did wrong to deserve it. Was it the wood I was chewing on 2 days ago? Or the fact that I was running around the house ignoring mom's commands last weekend? I may never figure out.