I am feeling better today. The soreness has decreased a considerable amount and I no longer feel a need to use my ice pack. I was able to clean my bathroom today and run a few errands without any pain! Now if only I can manage to get these blasted stitches removed on Wednesday so I can go home, to Moulton, on Thursday with Ms. Dees and head on over to Old Moulton Bank where I can hopefully grab a few beers and play a few songs. I plan on staying at home until we depart for our cruise on June 7th, and let me tell you, it can not come soon enough. Hopefully my operation site will have completely closed up by then so I won't have any open wounds when I hit the crystal clear and magnificently clean waters of Jamaica and the Grand Cayman's.
The past few days I have been hanging out with my favorite puppy Jake, whom came up to stay with me and Jordan since last Monday. (If you're a family member, or just not an overall dog lover, go ahead and skip over this part). He's about 5 and a half months old now and probably the sweetest loving dog you will ever meet. He used to get real excited when I'd lie down and crawl all over my chest and stomach area. Jordan was nervous that after my surgery, Jake would continue to act in this way and, with him being at work and me in a constant laying down position, no one would be around to keep him off of me. In the end, quite the contrary occurred. It was as if he knew what happened. I know, right? Cheesy and super stupid to believe that a dog can understand what is going on. I used to be one of those people who always thought a dog was just a dog, that's it, but my opinions might have changed a slight bit after my stint in the operating room. Once I got home, he never came close to jumping on me when I lied down. He calmly set himself right next to me and napped while I caught a few winks too. Even at night, while snoozing on Jordan's bed, he never attempted to come close to my stitches.
Good boy, Jake. Good buddy.
Of course, I am guessing he got jealous of my condition and decided to come down with one of his own. Starting around Friday he began to have partial focal seizures. If you're curious as to know what these are...I am happy to show you:
And no, that is not Jake. This is Jake:
Slight difference. Remember those pictures of those adorable, teeny tiny puppies I posted on one of my blog posts in December? He's one of them. His head was making these EXACT same movements though, and as someone who has never owned a dog before I freaked out. After talking with his owner (Jordan's mom) and a couple of phone calls to a few vets, we decided to just monitor him for a week and see how things go. I am glad to report he is doing much better! He didn't even have an episode at all today really. Hopefully it is something he will grow out of.
Anyways, I just realized this was sort of a boring and pointless post, but my days have been sort of boring and pointless, so I guess just deal with it.
Oh, I am just kidding of course.
Jordan is actually leaving tomorrow with his Aggie Puller's team to drive to Illinois and participate in some sort of contest. He'll be gone until June 3rd and I am not too entirely thrilled about him leaving, but I know he's excited about his trip and I am happy he is getting to do something he has been looking forward too since August. I'll miss him, but wish him luck in his event! He's been working really hard this past week, hopefully he will be rewarded.
Ok, I guess I am done rambling.
Ya, finished.
- Shirley
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