Taking the Meds

WHAT....is wrong with me?

Seriously. How can I be so stupid?

For nights on end I wake up in the middle of the night with acid coming right up my throat. I cannot get any good rest.

However, it's my own fault. I went to the doctor last winter and he gave me this stack of pills to take to help me with my problem.

Do I take them?

No! I just keep suffering! Why do I do this to myself! Why!

The other night was so bad that I ended up giving up and sitting upright to watch infomercials, of all things. Guess what the infomercial was about?

The perfect pillow! Yep, the guy assured me that if I would just try his pillow it would solve ALL of my sleeping problems, guaranteed!

Yeah, right. Like his pillow would make my acid reflux go away. I wanted to scream at him through the screen.

So, I finally took a pill yesterday and had no problems all night. Imagine that!

Okay, so it didn't help. I went to bed at 1 a.m. and was wide awake at 5 a.m. Why! Sigh. I digress. I give up.

Oh, sure! I can make sure my dog, Abbie Rae, takes her expensive medicines three times a day! So, why can I not do the same for myself?

I just don't get me. Do you? Please tell me.

We had a big scare last week with Abbie Rae.

She became non-responsive and I really thought she was going to die.

At lunch time, she just laid on the floor and did not respond to me.

After work, I came home only to realize I could not find her anywhere. I began to get scared. One of the boys had let her outside and I found her in the far back of the back yard.

She was standing there in a frozen position. It was not one of those positions where they freeze before they pounce on something they are eyeing. Nope. It was like she was dead standing up.

She did not respond to my calling. I walked all the way up to her and she did not blink an eye or move. Ever so cautiously, I reach out and touched her. She jumped. She wobbled her way, following me to the house, and plopped on the kitchen floor.

She never sleeps on the kitchen floor, but that's where she stayed. She would not respond to anyone talking to her and would not respond if I laid down next to her. She only responded to touch.

That night, she peed and uh, yeah, all over the living room and kitchen. I was sure she was too bad for recovery.

I took her to the vet anyway.

Her eyes were jerking every which way. The vet said this was an indication of problems with the nervous system.

After blood work and examination, the determination was that she had EITHER double ear infections which had reached become an infection on the brain OR a tumor on the brain. If it is a tumor, she could have had a stroke.

So, $200 later, I brought home expensive meds (one pill twice a day, another pill once a day, and drops in the ears twice a day).

I am in a total disbelief that she is allowing me to stick my fingers in her mouth and shove the pills down her throat. I think she knows they are making her better.

It has now been 4 or 5 days later and she is at least semi-responsive to us. She is still sleeping most of the time in odd places, not eating a whole lot, but drinking okay, and acting as if she is not all there. At least she looks at us when we talk to her.

I do not think she will ever be the same.

So, the question is now whether or not we just fixed the ear infections and a tumor remains, or whether the brain infection caused damage, or whether she is better, but just exhausted from the illness.

So, we wait.