THE NIGHT OWLS

Part 2

Forget about it!  I wrote Part 1 three days ago already and haven't gotten to Part 2 until today which is soon to be history.

https://cucharo.substack.com/p/the-night-owls

Yes.  I just checked my calendar.  It was three days ago.  It was Thursday.  I remember Thursday.  I thought Thursday was going to be a "kind of" relaxing day because I didn't HAVE to go out anywhere or do anything in particular.  Tuesday was the dog groomer, Wednesday was the dentist, but Thursday was no commitments at all!

Except Thursday became the day when my husband, who is already not well, became less well.  He sneezed.  After sneezing he developed a pounding headache and a sore throat.  It wasn't a cold or flu sneeze.  It was just a regular sneeze.  Do you call the doctor when you sneeze?  No.  He said he just wanted to lay there.  He hooked up his oxygen.  He laid there.  I then spent a lot of time on line with Dr. Google.

So then!  Late late late later on, he said he was feeling somewhat better.  He slept and slept and slept.  I don't know what he ate for dinner but I had a frozen whatever.  WHO can even eat at all when you have already consumed uncertainty and fear?

Okay.  Then came FRIDAY.  I was dreading Friday because I had to go to Walmart for the BIG shopping which happens after the SSI is in Bill's account and I can use the Freedom Health 50 bucks he gets every month.  I don't mind going to Walmart because it has become my social life but it is a chore.  So I bought out the store and came home and unloaded everything from the car and Bill put some stuff away but then needed a break for his nebulizer and then came back to help again.

Also, our Chewy delivery was in the driveway.  Three cases of the wet food for our two mutts.  So…I had to open it up down by the front gate and take the three 12 packs out one by one because it is way too heavy to lift the entire box all at once by myself.

I don't even remember what we ate for dinner on Friday but I can assure you it was some kind of food.

So…Bill's been taking that Miralax stuff  because of constipation which of course we ALL experience at some point except when you've already been hospitalized and had surgery for a clogged whatever it becomes way more concerning.  That was Friday.  TGIF!

Then yesterday, Saturday, Bill was still not feeling well but still kept saying he was just fine!  But no.  He was not.  When I first met Bill the big joke was about how much he LOVES TO EAT!!!  I made hot dogs and amazing baked beans with a potato salad side for dinner last night and he ate barely anything.  Cause for concern?

For me, YES.  For him, NO.

Please, someone, (ANYONE!) tell me what to do.  Do you call 911 because someone can't eat their dinner?  No.  (PS: I am losing my mind.)

Then, our little dog, Dexter, threw up his entire undigested dinner.  Three times.  And, by the way, Dexter also loves to eat!  If I was not here, NO ONE would have cleaned up this mess.  Somehow, I managed to sleep.

Bill was breathing when I got up.  Good sign!  But then Dexter started throwing up bile.  Dexter sits at my feet every single morning waiting for his peanut butter treat looking at me with his "I want my peanut butter face."  He did it this morning out of habit but when I tried to give him his peanut butter he walked away from it.  This NEVER happened before.  He didn't even want one of his teeny tiny small treat biscuits.

Then he threw up more bile.  (Isn't this a lovely tale?)

I boiled rice for him which I will give him later with a small portion of his regular food.

Sick husband.  Sick dog.  Double trouble.

Meanwhile, I am losing my mind.  Our home is in shambles, living beings both human and canines in our home are in shambles and we need help but guess what?  NO ONE CAN HELP US.

I need to do an update on this GiveSendGo because it has gotten far worse.

https://www.givesendgo.com/SeniorsNeedHelp

I am lost.  Please stay tuned for my Chicken Little Substack recurring dreams which I will write about hopefully soon.