I had a very busy day today. But, somehow…not in a stressful, overwhelmed kind of way. I think part of it, honestly, was that it was beautiful today. Just gorgeous. Clear blue skies, cool temps, warm (but not hot) sun…
It would have been a perfect day to play golf. I really want to do that one of these days. But, I’ve been using the weekend days lately to work on the yard. And I did that today. Put down much of the rest of the black plastic we’re using to kill all our weeds. By “most” I mean out front. Have a decent bit of the stuff to lay down in the back and side yards, too. That will take me another good few weekends, I think, and given that we’re traveling two out of the next three weekends, it’s gonna be a minute.
I finished my fifth book of the year today! Five books already! That’s like…three more than I read all of last year. Not a great track record last year for someone who’s writing books. So, turning it around this year, and doing nice and dandy already.
We’re in bed early tonight. Doesn’t feel like it. I’m wiped the eff out. So is Coco. She’s been…we’re just not sure. Seems like she’s regressing a bit with her strength and balance. She’s been really fussy with food and not wanting to eat it or take her meds. Just…difficult. Maybe off. Maybe something is going on, but it feels like conflicting signals.
With that in mind, we’ve scaled her exercise all the way back to almost nothing. We still let her walk around the kitchen. But, that’s about it. Tiny little walks outside, but otherwise in the stroller. And she’s reacting, of course, to our concern, which makes it even harder to tell if something’s really going on. Doesn’t SEEM to be in pain, but then again, all the sudden she’s walking around in really weird shapes with her back that I don’t think she was doing before.
It’s so stressful. She can’t tell us if something’s wrong. We have to just pay such close attention…which can easily tip over into paying TOO much attention, which stresses her out and makes everything worse.
Right now, she’s snoozing. Gave her the anxiety meds early. That was such an adventure. Sigh. She’s an old lady now. Seemingly suddenly. It all feels a bit wobbly. And apprehensive for whenever the next crisis will appear. I think she’d have to be stable for quite a while for that held-in breath to get released. I hope that happens. Whatever happens, I just hope it’s not slow and painful. I couldn’t bear that. Or…rather, I would. I’d put that up on my shoulders, and it would run me down.
Taking her to the neurologist on Wednesday. Hopefully he’s still happy with her mobility and whatnot. Hopefully what we’re seeing isn’t an indication of another injury to her back. I’m fine with less-than-100-percent mobility just so long as she’s not in pain, and however she’s moving isn’t going to injure her further. Fine. With. That. I can carry her wherever she can’t get on her own.
She wants to move. That’s what makes me think she’s not in pain. But, then again, doesn’t seem like the back legs are working as well as they were a week ago.
Sigh.
We’ll see what the doctor says.
Night night.