Post Hospital Observations

Well, in the last entry I talked mostly about preparing for surgery when you have an SD from a very logical stance. What I didn't get into was the emotional toll it took on me. By day 11 I found myself sobbing while watching Animal Planet, and by day 12 I couldn't even ask someone to pick something up for me. If Winston couldnt do it for me, I didn't want it done. Needless to say when my friend brought him home I was in tears. He quickly greeted me jumping up on my bed before checking out the rest of the house. He seemed to jump right into the new routine of sleeping in my other room and assisting me while laying down. The first time he tried to shut my door he was so remarkably excited that he tore the tug right off of the door! Hahah. He didn't start showing any signs of stress until early last week (week five of being bed bound and in pain). First he was whining out in the kitchen while he was completely alone. Then while a friend of mine was petting his ears he winced and cried, causing me to assume it was an ear infection. That was quickly disregarded as his ears were spotless, not red or swollen and had no oder. The next morning was by far the worst. He is always very excited to eat and I must be very stern and not allow him to eat one second before I say, well, this morning was just the opposite. I called him four times before he stood even and then he just stared at me like, "what do you need mom?" He was so slow to jump up to eat it and once he did he vomitted it all up. After talking with Roseanne I agreed it was just his way of showing severe stree signs. Sigh. My poor baby!! Thankfuly Nick came up Wednesday to practice and then Thursday to do a demo. By that night he was back to himself. Having a group of my friends here til sunday helped a ton as well. Okay, ive gotta go!