So it took less time for the people of Egypt to change governments than for Mom's jerky doody to conclude. She was not happy. As a self employed person, three (3) weeks of jerky doody sorta cramped her style a little. She's been working some 12 hour days and Saturdays trying to stay on top of things. We offered to take her for walks, but she said she couldn't. She got so stressed, she gave herself shingles. She looks funny with roofing material all over the right side of her body.
|This is what Mom was thinking about during jerky doody.|
The first week of jerky doody, Mom was getting really bad headaches every day. They seemed like tension ones. Then Bart started crying out in pain. Mom took him to the v.e.t. and he had a pinched nerve in his neck!! (Maybe because he sleeps in weird positions. Just sayin'.) He was given cortisone. Which, of course, increases appetite.
THEN, when Mom was really, really stressed, the second week, Bart ate three (3) dozen iced sugar cookies. He barfed, and barfed, and barfed. Mom couldn't take him to the v.e.t. because she had to be at jerky doody, and she was freaking out like a lunatic, so Dad took him. Bart was so bloated he looked bovine!! Then he got fluids at the v.e.t. and he even barfed more there (a lot!!) But his tummy didn't twist which is what the v.e.t. was worried about. And Mom was happy about that! He had x-rays, and medicine, and I.V.'s and basically costed a lot of green papers. He's all better now. Dork. Mom thinks he's the "sensitive one" who was "internalizing her stress." I just think he's a huge Dork.
We are SO glad to be back in Blogville. It's been RUFF!!