Friday, August 26, 2005

A Sticker

Went for a walk with one of my brother persons. I love to go for walks! So much to see and smell. It is great fun and I always get to bark at my friends. While we were walking I stepped on a sticker. It stuck right in my paw between the front two pads. Ouch! It hurt. I started to try and pull it out, but then I had an idea. I decided to leave it in a while and see what it was like to be in pain like my dad person.

At first it was not too bad. It hurt but hey I just did not put so much weight on it. That helped. Problem is you can't walk for long on three legs so I had to use it and it hurt, but every time I put weight on it then it would hurt even worse. It is like my dad person. He has a headache all the time and if he lays down, takes meds and puts an ice bag on it it feels better, but it still hurts. Problem is you can't live life in bed on meds so he has to get up and walk. Then it really hurts.

I thought that maybe if I left it in a while I would get used to it and it wouldn't hurt so bad. That was a wrong guess. Soon it was all I could think about and every time I put my paw down the pain just shot through my leg. By the end of the walk I could not think of anything else but that sticker. I didn't want a treat, I didn't want to bark at the cows or sniff my friend next door through the fence. I just wanted to lay down and make the pain go away. I figured this is how my dad person must feel everyday. No wonder it is hard for him to eat and do everyday things around the house much less go out and party. He does love to party.

I pulled the sticker out of my paw and it immediately felt better. It makes me appreciate what he goes through everyday. I don't really know how he gets up every morning and goes to work. I couldn't do it if I had a sticker in my paw. I wish there was some way to make his pain go away but so far there isn't. He just has to deal with it. Plus on top of that he has to deal with people at work and friends that just really don't understand. They mistake his condition for not caring, being lazy or over emotional. I couldn't deal with it for an hour, don't know how he deals with it 24/7. It does affect him and his moods, but more about that another time. Next time you get a sticker leave it in for awhile. It makes you look at life in a new way. Go figure.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Visit to the Vet

My dad person went to see his Vet the other day. Well, he calls him a Neurologist, but I don't see much difference. Neither one knows what is wrong with you. They run expensive tests, make a guess and prescribe medicine. Then you write them a big check.

His Dr. Sounds better than mine in that they don't make him stand on a table and take his temperature, how embarrassing. They don't pry open his mouth and look at his teeth and tongue either. The Dr. Just takes his blood pressure, looks at his headache diary, makes suggestions about medicine changes and writes prescriptions. A much better deal if you ask me.

Of course I have it better when it comes to taking pills. He just has to swallow his. They hide mine in a piece of hot dog or cheese. Much nicer way to do it.

He keeps hoping that the Dr. will figure out something to cure him, but he doesn't. They just prescribe meds to lower the pain and make it a little easier to live life. Guess that is better than nothing. He just wants the pain to go away and have a normal life. Go figure.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Bad Surprise

Weird thing happened today. My Mom person had a migraine. I am used to seeing my Dad person have them, but she never has them. It just came on her all of the sudden this morning when she was cooking breakfast. She said she was seeing lights and got sick to her stomach. Then she went back to bed. She took some of his meds and I licked her face and she got to feeling better. I think it was the face licks that helped.

He said it was like the tables were turned. She was experiencing the pain and he was having to take care of her. He got a glimpse of what she has to go through with him and she got just a glimpse of what he deals with. He said he would rather have the pain than have to watch her feel bad.

Of course I have to watch them both. Now I will have to keep a closer eye on her too. It was bad to see her go down because she is not used to it and it scared her. He is used to it and said that he forgets how scary migraines really are.

Glad she is feeling better. I need to go out back and bark at the cows. They are getting a little out of line this morning. Go figure.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Grass

Yesterday was not a good day for my person. He was down with a pain most of the day. He took a lot of pain meds and laid around a lot. I hate it when he is like that. The bed is too high for me to jump up on so I have to talk to him from the floor. He doesn't respond much. Just lays there with an ice bag on his head.

I have explained to him that if he will just go out in the back yard and eat some grass he will feel better. That always makes me feel better when I have an upset stomach. He says he will do anything to get rid of the pain, but he won't go and eat grass in the back yard. I know if he will just do that he will feel better. Go figure.