I have a headache. A bad one. So bad, I left work an hour early last night. I came home, gave Ernie her medications, took a pain med myself, and went to bed. I didn't even brush my teeth. I slept twelve hours, but the headache is still here. It's not as bad as it was last night. I have some prescription ibuprofen, but I can't take it before I go to work because it knocks me out. Which is likely why I slept twelve hours. The dose I took was one pill, but I'm supposed to take two. This is why I hate to take medication - it hits me hard. Usually, I prefer to power through the pain, as I know that eventually it will pass. I took nothing after I had my appendix out, nothing stronger than ibuprofen after my hysterectomy, and nothing at all after the breast cancer surgery. I was okay, able to sleep and move around without too much discomfort. Yet a headache does me in. Go figure.
Miss Ernie is having a bad day, too. She seems to be losing her strength. She tries to jump from sofa to chair and misses, landing hard on the floor. She still manages to go from floor to furniture. Her appetite is good, and I feed her as much as she wants to eat. Her cancer has her metabolism working overtime. When I hold her, I can feel her heart racing. The vet says there is nothing to be done about that. It's just the progression of the disease. Her hip bones jut out, and it's harder to find loose skin when I do her injections every night. There isn't an ounce of fat left on her. I pray she is not in pain. She's feisty, still, and she literally runs when I prepare her food. So, we wait. It's hard.