allimom
A Day In The Life

The last half of yesterday left a lot to be desired in the Having A Good Day sense. I was feeling out of sorts for most of yesterday, but I figured I was just feeling the desperate need for dieting, which has been on my mind frequently as of late. Late afternoon I started to feel a dull ache in my back. The dull ache progressed rapidly to a hot stabbing-crippling pain in the lower left side of my back.

Oh, I know this pain. I used to work for GI doctors and we saw people all the time for this pain.

I waited for Hubby to get home, I got dinner fixed and fed to the family, then asked Hubby to take me to the ER. I got in and described what was going on with the doc, and he listed two possibilities (one of which I had the nagging feeling was the cause):
A pulled muscle or (more likely) a kidney stone.

I was sent home with some kick-ass pain killers (which knocked me out quite well so I could sleep last night) and an anti-inflammatory which I need to be careful with as it doesn’t play well with one of the other meds I take. Now, I take the meds when the pain gets too bad and I wait.

As with many things, this too shall pass…

Actually, I'm more upset about missing my Statistics class last night than I am about going through this. I don't like missing class, I HATE being behind on classwork!

It Finally Happened

No, not the kidney stone.

Shelby. She finally figured that she can hop over the fence of the dog run like it wasn't even there. I've actually been expecting this for a while, and dreading it for even longer. Keeping her contained in the yard without being on a leash is now no longer an option. If I want her to not dig in my garden or the lawn, or (even worse) dig under the fence and break out, she now needs to be on a leash when put outside.

This is going to take a lot of re-adjustment on the part of the whole family. If she were reliable it wouldn't be a big deal, but she plays the In and Out game, where she goes in and out a half a dozen times, and the one time you get tired of playing it and refuse to let her out is the time she piddles on the floor because she actually had to go to the bathroom that time.

Yippie.

Maybe if I keep her on the leash for a week, without letting her loose she will forget that she can jump the fence.

ADDENDUM

I told Hubby about this, and he has agreed to work up some type of lattice or something to go along the top of the dog run and help contain Hellby... I mean Shelby. It won't happen any time soon as all of our schedules are packed at the moment, but maybe in a month or so.