First, the #DaisyWatch update: She’s off all her IV meds and is just getting fluids through it now (she’s still not drinking enough on her own). She’s eating well, even for the vet school folks, and they’re switching her over to, basically an oral version of doggy Valium (she’s been very nervous) and some drug that’s supposed to help her regain bladder function. They had her sitting up (that kind of laying down sitting up thing dogs do that looks a bit like the Sphinx) for a little while yesterday, and best of all she supported her weight, standing up. No steps yet, but this was huge. She couldn’t do this on Friday. They took her outside in one of the helper harnesses and let her lay out in the sunshine for a while, which my baby loves, so that was good for her. So all good progress. We’re hoping she’ll be able to come home sometime next week. God, I can’t believe it’s been nearly a week since this happened.
I feel kind of cruddy. The worst of the anxiety is past, I think I’m just sort of worn down. I haven’t been eating much or properly (lots of living on Easy Mac, as it’s what my stomach would tolerate), and I think I might have an ear infection. I’ve had a headache the last few days. That kind of, overtired, my whole head feels pressured kind. I went ahead and skipped my workout this morning so I could get an extra hour of sleep. Tomorrow, thank God, is Good Friday, so I’m OFF WORK, and can SLEEP IN. I also need to hit the grocery and go by T.J. Maxx to buy some new dress slacks. All the time spent visiting courts for this project at work has taught me that I have exactly 1 pair that fits. All the others are too big. Which, hey, yay that I’m thinner than I was the last time I had to wear dress clothes regularly, but really, need something nice looking and comfortable to wear to this wedding we’re shooting on Saturday.
We are both dreading it. PSA: Include your photographers in the planning stages, as you don’t have any idea how long it takes to take good pictures and you don’t want something like that rushed. There’s a lot of herding cats involved. It’s going to be an insanely long day, out of town. I expect we’ll get home around 11 or 12 that night (starting the day at 9). Hubs has declared he’s not shooting any more weddings this year, which is totally fine with me. They are stressful and exhausting. We prefer nice, short, family shoots and headshots. Given everything that’s going on, the family’s just moved Easter dinner to next weekend. Maybe my appetite will be back to normal by then.
There has, in general, been way too much anxiety and stimulation the last few weeks. Not all of it has been bad (we have a repeat showing on Saturday), but just…ugh, we would like some calm. With our girl home.