Joy…well, she got me up at 3am to vom—the burping bile kind, that’s all she’s doing at the moment, which I suppose is progress—and I could not go back to sleep after that for the life of me. Sigh. I was literally awake until 6am. I slept for about an hour after that, and then it was time to get up.
She was lethargic for most of the day today. Not feeling well. I’m definitely worried. I vary wildly with the depth of that worry depending on how’s she’s feeling in the moment, but overall it’s mostly just worrying about the unknown. We’re not sure what’s going on. It’s a very, very odd mix of symptoms, a mix I wouldn’t say that I’ve encountered before with either Coops or Coco. But…she’s keeping her meds down. She’s not getting WORSE. Hopefully it’s just a matter, then, of letting the meds do their thing and she’ll work her way back. I’m just used to that happening so quickly with dogs. It’s been five days with her. Six, actually. Feels like an eternity.
I did get pages written today. I had to. Tomorrow I have mostly clear. Sigh. It’s gotta happen. That’s my resolution. The book will be done tomorrow no matter what.
Night night.