Not really.
Since we're both scheduled for our yearly physicals this coming week, we stepped up our walking. All the way up the hill formerly known as "Icky". And back down. Long walk, steep hill, but a healthy walk. This will help our blood pressure and our blood sugar.
I did a little crafting and then I read a book I got for my birthday. The Fireman by Joe Hill. I finished it on Thursday. A really good read, hard to put down. It felt great to have a book in my hands again. The Kindle is okay, but nothing beats the feel and heft of a book.
The clothesline that broke last week was fixed on Wednesday afternoon. So, Thursday was a day of laundry. Mostly stuff that covered the sofas. Mystie likes to poop on the long sofa and the cover really needed to be washed. With the weather we've been having, it dried in no time at all.
So, Thursday night I couldn't find Bernie. I opened the door to out back (she still doesn't do the cat doors) and went in search of her. I didn't find her outside, but she went outside. I watched her go from spot to spot, doing the I gotta pee squat. That squat that means she's having discomfort. I finally was able to bring her back inside and watched her in here. She went from litter box to litter box, peeing a little bloody in front of them, if at all. I have some clindamycin and I got some down her throat. That was the last time. I tried again on Friday morning and she became all claws and legs and NO. So, I gave her some mooshy food, watered down to make sure she was getting plenty of fluids to help flush her out. If this happened to one of the boys, we'd have been at the vet's office, but a lot of times these things get better on their own.
But I was so anxious about her, I ended up taking a quarter of a Xanax. When she finally calmed down and was resting, I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned. So, I got up and took one of those sleep aid pills.
We got up bright and early Friday morning, went for our walk, I made breakfast, did the dishes, then laid down on the sofa for the cats to climb all over me. Then I fell asleep for about an hour, woke up, was cold, grabbed a blanket and went back to sleep. It was the strangest thing. I didn't think I was tired. I finally got up and started doing a little of the crafty stuff I'd wanted to do, we had Jack in the Box tacos for dinner and I fell asleep on the sofa. Woke up long enough to feed the cats, then back to sleep.
Went to bed, then slept through the night and I'm fine today. I must have been really tired. Or it was the combination of Xanax and sleeping pill. That's where I'd place my bet.
Better living through chemistry.
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