So this is the first post i've written in about two days, mostly because nothing significant has really happened to write about, but i figure i can find something to write about this afternoon. As Charle pants heavily beside me (leaning against the love seat with his tug-of-war ball toy by his paws, lest anyone should dare take it from him) and dares to snap at the intrusive fly that's doing laps around the living room. For the past few days Charle has become my means of getting exercise. It's great to have such a loving pet who demands to be played with, it's impossible not to get some exercise with him around, and seeing as he's adopted me and I him (makes me think of that line from the movie Marley and Me: "A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.") (personally i think that last line would sound smoother if it was put 'he'll give you his heart if you give him yours.')
At the moment Charle's parents (owners) are out of town for a week but one of their children is staying at their home for the pets' benefit (Charle suffers from separation anxiety). Unfortunately, Charle's parents are not as young as they once were and Charle is 2 1/2, a puppy, and a Golden Retriever, in need of regular activity. So while his parents have been out of town, i've been bringing Charle over to my house early in the morning then returning him around his supper time and feeding him. I get exercise because he's the type of dog that demands that you play with him, so all Charle has to do is give a little whine or drop a ball at my feet and i know he's bored, so we go outside and i toss one of the 20 or so tennis balls and 4 frisbees in the backyard and before you know it he's huffing and salivating and i've gotten exercise by walking around to pick up balls and toss them (and now that my right arm is making a comeback, i can actually throw frisbees decently again) and my legs and butt get worked from crouching to pick up the projectiles. And after a little bit of this, we come back inside out of the heat and rest. Before to long Charle once again wants to play and of course i always oblige him.
And to open up the next subject, i copied this comment from Facebook that Mom posted: "In the pursuit of finding comfort, Sarah has slept in 4 different places since coming home from the hospital.... she actually slept in her own bed last night!"
Yes it's true, i've slept in 4 different places: Dad's room, the couch in the living room, the couch in the family room, and my own water bed. Out of all those places, the two couches were actully the best so far. Regardless of where i've slept, though, i have woken up in one of two positions: on my back with my left arm curled over the top of my head but not actually touching it, and on my left side with my right hand underneath my neck (to give it extra support i suppose). But also regardless of how i sleep, i always wake up with my neck and top of my right shoulder feeling somewhat sore, that and i've taken on this rather presistant headache that spans the right side of my forehead and then back to the side of my head. Ugh.
It's been kinda hard trying to get truly comfortable when i go to sleep. My back still gets that 'tightly strung' feeling often, depending on which way i'm lying, and i've even tried sleeping on my right arm (the still partially numb one) with mixed results of feeling as if i wsa floating- that nothing was holding me up- and getting a strange sensation as though my entire arm is about to fall asleep. At least i'm getting sleep, though i tend to stay up late, maybe trying to put off the struggle for comfort.
Tomorrow (monday) i have an early morning doctor's appointment (general physician) and it will depend on his say-so whether or not i get to go up to my aunt's cabin an hour outside of Ludington, MI for vacation with my family (excuding Becky because she's working). We might even take Ozzy up, Beck is still slightly undecided about it but i'm hoping she'll say yes. With my neck in the condition it is in, i won't be able to do all the things we'd normally do up in Ludington, i mean the rest of the family could but i'd have to sit out and it would be nice to have a companion when they go have some other fun. But it's still up to the doc. whether i can go or not, and since coming home my neck and shoulder has improved, but i also get periodic sensations of queasiness and that headache is still there, not only that but my face has had a major breakout, which has never happened before, and none of my face-wash seems to be helping it clear up, which makes me wonder if it's connected to the strange dots on my left arm that i have to use a prescription cream to help go down.
In any case, i hope i can go. I haven't been up to the cabin in years and i've missed it. And though leaving means Charle is probably going to suffer from some separation anxiety, Beck has promised to take care of him and play with him when she can. (but there's no replacing me so i know he's gonna be upset)
Guess all i can do now is take a rinse off to wash away some of the sweat, try another round of washing my face with soap, and then find something to eat that won't actually make my hurl because of the strange queasiness.
At least now that Dad made it safely home from Oklahoma yesterday, i have someone who will watch a movie with me tonight (hopefully anyway if he's not too tired!)
Dad and i had a small chat yesterday in which he admitted to me he never realized just how much i had been debilitated before getting the tumor removed. I gave him an example, and showed him that i could run, i could actually RUN! Without looking like i got shot in the right leg and was hobbling to move. (I did show him how i had been running due to the feeling of tension in my leg, and then i went skipping around in a large circle just because i'm so happy to have such free movement back in my leg). I guess the fact that even my own father didn't realize how bad that tumor was affecting me is some proof that i don't whine about discomfort to much!! Only when people ask if i'm feeling ok. ;)
