Day 25. My muscles continued to hurt throughout the day but have eased up a bit in the past few hours. I guess I overdid it. Alas! I have been doing my inside walking without my cane today just to see if I could. A few times I carried it with me but I mostly was ok.
Dog was due for grooming today and lucky for us as he started up with tummy troubles yesterday afternoon. Groomer is at our vet's office so we were able to have him checked out and got meds and bland canned food which he adores. He should be fine in a day or two. Can't help but feel sorry for him. He's so confused with me being three hours away and them driving here every weekend. His world is upside down, too.
Hubby is doing overtime again. Dog needs to go out every two or three hours so no sleep for him last night or for the next two nights, depending on how soon the meds kick in. And work! He's busy with two big projects but hopes to have them ready to shelf by Thursday so they can drive up early. I didn't sleep last night for worrying about Banjo so I'm planning to call it a day shortly.
It's a lot to expect for life to "stay put" while we rehab. There is so much I can't do or help with. Intellectually, I know it. Emotionally, it's tough. I'm used to having five or six balls in the air most of the time and I feel like the one I'm juggling now is more than I can handle.
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