Chewie is here at home. In her onesie. The day started off hectic, and we were late so hubby drove her over. He did all of my instructions.
She's not out of it, and she's not energetic. She tried SO hard to do our car routine where she goes off of my lap onto hubby's but of course she couldn't and we wouldn't. She was quiet until she saw me and let out a deep gut wrenching whimper. That was hard to hear, but I understand it's a sign of her trust which I'm very happy she'll show me, at least discomfort.
I wanted to chain myself to her, but, I'm afraid of jostling her around too much. I put her on our bed on the body pillow under the fan. She's laying there right now. I know she wants both of us by her at all times but it's not feasible of me to be in the bedroom all day.
She's on.. med is downstairs. Oxi or osti something. The assistant was trying to dissuade my questions of optional pain relief just in case brushing me off and saying it was an anti-inflammatory but I got her to finally tell me to call them tonight if there's an issue and they'll give me a second option. I'm back downstairs to check on her. I do have a tramadol script as well we never filled- wanted to add. |