Hi-ho!! Kiva the dawg here to tell on my Mommie. She's sick, or doesn't feel well, or something. If you know my Mommie, then you know that she forces herself to go to bed every night and she forces herself to get out of bed, and stay out of bed during the day. Ever since I've had her as my Mommie, she has done this. Even when she's sick or in an abundance of pain, she still makes herself get out of bed and go to the couch. But this morning she went back to bed at 7a.m. She hasn't slept much for the last 2 nights, so I did my duty and laid down with her in the hopes of offering some comfort. I woke her up at 8:30 when I heard her phone ringing in the other room.
I have seen her stub a toe, break a fingernail at the quick, bump her funny bone, knock her knee, slip and fall, and I even seen her fall off a chair. She screams, she cusses, she crawls back to the couch, she medicates, and she copes. Very very rarely does she cry. But for the last 3 days, it's been different. This pain is on her insides. Saturday she thought it might be a kidney infection or a kidney stone. But yesterday afternoon the pain had subsided for the most part ... until we went to bed last night at 9:30. Then it jumped from her left side to her right side. I couldn't even get on the bed to tuck her in because she was repositioning herself every 30 seconds trying to get comfy. But it never happened. She got up at 12:30a.m. and watched a Decoded marathon from the couch. At 4 she tried to go back to bed again. At 5:30 she finally gave up and got up. Even Flo, her new coffee maker, wasn't awake yet. You never ever ever wanna hafta watch my Mommie wait for coffee in the morning. She turns from Frankenstein into Godzilla in .003 seconds. Add to that the fact that she doesn't feel well and ... let's just say that it would be more pleasant to be an observer of a horrific train derailment. At this point, she claims that it's just pain. She has no fever, no trouble going to the bathroom, and no discoloration of her urine ... just knife twisting pain in her lower back that she knows is not RSD pain.
The RSD pain, however, has her terrified of getting into a car. So she won't go to the doctor or to the ER. She has finally gotten most of her flares under control and does not want to reignite them. I don't blame her, but a car ride would have been fun for me <sigh>. Mommie's Mommie brought over some cranberry juice this morning and Mommie opted for drinking that stuff instead of her 2nd pot of coffee. (This is how I really know that something's wrong.) Later this afternoon, Mommie's Mommie will go get her pain meds and drop them off too. Whew, Mommie's lucky that her folks got back from their vacation when they did, or she'd hafta do all of this on her own. Poor (but fortunate) Mommie.
I have faith that Mommie will get better. She only has 9 days left before her Ketamine blocks and then she can focus on recovering and Halloween ... and Club Volleyball!! I have faith that she will turn to me for comfort and I have faith that I will be there for her when she does. She's the only Mommie I have and I must take care of her.
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