Sinus migraines suck. They aren’t quite as bad as a full-blown out-and-out migraine, but bad enough to trash your day. Thank goodness I only get them a couple of times a year. I’m at the point where I think I’ll live, so I’m here to toss out a couple of stories and then call it quits. Tomorrow is another day.
I got up this morning, ate, took pills, read my ‘morning’ blogs (slowly) and took a bath. No good. Not even 4 Motrin could knock the pain level down. Migraines make me weak and shaky. When my son got home, I laid on the bed for ‘just a couple of minutes’. My husband got me up after he had cooked dinner. It was 6 pm. I wobbled into the kitchen and my son gave me a hug and then said that maybe if he screamed as loud as he could into my ear my headache would go away. I told him he could lose the family jewels that way. Without missing a beat he smiled broadly and said, “But mom, I consider you the family jewel!” Smart ass. (I have nooo idea where he gets it from.)
My dog was a rescue. He is sooo food obsessed he was probably starved as a puppy. It has made training a challenge. Anyway, yesterday I started him on antibiotics. Now normally I just train my dogs to stand while I open their mouths and put the pill down. Then they get a treat. My husband does not like to pill dogs and prefers the ‘hide it in the cheese’ approach. Which usually doesn’t work for very long before the dog figures out the pill is in there. But with Jake, my husband used the cheese approach the entire last time he was on antibiotics with no problem. So when I started Jake yesterday, I went ahead and used the cheese approach. I gave him the cheese and he decided to chew this time. One chomp and he stopped and looked at me and went bleh, bleh, bleh, and spit everything out on the floor. So when my husband came home I told him the days of cheese were over. He asks, “Did you have the second piece of cheese in your other hand?” What? “You have to have another piece of cheese in your other hand where he can see it. He’s so obsessed with getting that second piece of cheese that he just gulps the first one.” Huh. So Spider Bait does the cheese thing at the next pilling and down it goes. Okay. So a little while ago I went to pill Jake and I got out the cheese. Waving the second piece at him, I gave him the pilled cheese. He grabbed it, looked at me, bit carefully (he of the gulp everything whole), and then spit everything out. Figures. Smart dogs are a pain in the ass. So it looks like Dad and Son get to cheese pill the dog and MOM has to shove her hand into a slobbery dog mouth. Sigh.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be better and I’ll have pictures an’ everything. Nite!