Cooper had a good day. Last night was slightly terrifying. We were told we could give him gabba (his pain med) every six hours—as needed—and since he’d just had surgery, we figured go for the most aggressive dosaging. Well…he woke up in the middle of the night so drugged out he couldn’t walk and didn’t know where he was or who I was when I tried to help him and he cried out in pain. Really freaked me out, like maybe something was seriously wrong and he was in major pain, until he stopped crying as abruptly as he’d started and I saw just how toasted he was. We made him comfy again and he passed right back out. Nagging in the back of my mind was that maybe he wasn’t okay, you know? That was at 5am, and I’d already gotten up at 3:30 to give him his pain meds on time. Didn’t really sleep after that.
But it really was just too much gabapentin, plus the anesthesia taking time to wear off. He was much more perky in the morning, woozy still, but ready for breakfast. He even wanted to go on his morning walk. Poops were solid. And we scaled the gabba back to 8 hours and he seemed to do much better after that. I think just being further away from the anesthesia was probably the biggest thing. He was very sleepy today, but otherwise very much his normal self which was…a massive, massive relief. He’s okay. He’s recovering.
It’s so hard with dogs, you know, because they’re small, so they’re fragile. But mostly because they can’t talk. They’re very stoic about their pain, and it can be so hard to know sometimes what’s going on. But I can tell Cooper’s doing okay because he acted like it. He wanted to do all the normal things, even if he was woozy. Dogs are also pretty amazing like that. They don’t take off sick days. They push through almost no matter what.
Got my haircut. I made sure I did my straggling pages. I have so much catchup writing work to do over these next four weeks. Sigh. But I can do it. I really can. It really helps that the book is rolling. My outline, too. Fun stuff in there. New sheets on the bed. Walked the pups. We have a stroller for Coops so he doesn’t have to do the whole walk. It was late when we walked and so his light up collar we put on him for visibility was super bright—it’s all the colors, flashing, so we called the stroller the party bus. Coops is a party. I read. Watched the Japanese Grand Prix—go Kimi.
It was a stressful morning…but after that it ended up being a good day after all, which is just what I needed. Thank goodness.
Night night.