Looking back at my title, I wonder if it seems pornographic. I suppose if you have a dirty mind it does, but what I’m referring to here is my cat, Ari. He is capable of amazing feats and get out of any trap. Except that cat carrier, thank goodness.
When Ari was about 8 or 9 months old, we decided to put a collar on him for safety purposes. I even had a tag made up with his name and our phone number on it. After much fuss we got the collar on him. We let him go and he jumped high up into the air, spun around and ran away. We couldn’t find him for hours, and when he finally reappeared, the collar was gone. Eleven years later, we still haven’t found the collar.
Right now we are going through a 3 week course of medicating him for severe seasonal allergies. He’s already gotten a shot; that didn’t work. When the vet asked me how I felt about medicating at home, I gave him a sideways glance and asked, “In what formmmm…..? It’s impossible to give him pills; he regurgitates them. So now we are giving him two liquid medications, one for inflammation and one for anxiety. We get him wrapped up in a towel that is tight at the neck and holds the rest of his wild body in check. Then I put my hand around his head to get my thumb and pointer finger at the edge of his mouth and push in gently to get him to open up. Now here’s the part I wasn’t expecting to be easy: the dummy meows his displeasure, giving me a nice easy opportunity to squirt the liquid into his mouth. Then of course he starts thrashing around under the towel and we let him go. I cannot wait until this is over.
The worst part of all of this is that it’s a two-person job, so I have to wake up early to do the morning dose with my husband before he goes to work. Half the time I’m up that early anyway, but when I can just sleep in until whenever is much better, just that knowing I’m not on a time restriction. I am sleepy right now, quite sleepy. I have a 10am appointment which will not require much energy, but I’d rather go back to bed.
Yesterday I had a follow-up appointment with my rheumatologist, and she increased my Lyrica. So now instead of twice a day, I’ll take it three times. And of course this makes me even more tired and wanting to sleep in. I am having good effects from the Lyrica. I’ve been on it for about two months now, and I have had few nights of painsomnia. That is a huge relief. Overall my pain has decreased, though it could certainly be a lot better. The cramping and the shooting, stabbing, searing pains are still there.
I still limp around sometimes, and other times I am too stiff to walk down the stairs. I hurt during the middle of the night when I need to change my sleeping position. (Why doesn’t my body just do this on its own instead of waking me?) My body is stiff and sore at a minimum when I get up in the morning, if not actually hurting as well. (I can feel arthritis beginning in my lower back near the vertebrae fusion. The doctor said that might happen, and boy was he right.) My legs are cramping right now, begging me to get up and at least try some stretches. Legs, I think you’ve got he right idea.