This Is What A Spoiled Dog Looks Like.
My little Stinker made a big splash at the Typhoon birthday party at the Dog Dish this weekend. She had a good time, but occasionally got a little cross when other dogs wandered (what she believes to be) too close to her mother. Subsequently, I picked her up and carried her in "recliner" mode, which she was quite content with.
The shop owner thought it was so cute, he took anywhere from 10-15 pictures of just us. I felt bad for the other dogs, so I tried to wander off at one point. It was at that time that he grabbed my arm and asked if he could take 'just a few more'. I obliged.
I honestly can't say I'm not a little tickled that out of all the pictures posted on the store's website, my pug and I are on every page of them. There were no less than three other pugs there, but the pictures of us heavily outweigh.
Moving along to things that actually matter, I think there might be some health trouble brewing around the corner for me. I went to the doctor on Friday, wondering if I might have some sort of kidney infection, as I was having A LOT of pain in my back. (And that was the only reason I could think of that might be causing that.) They tested me. I don't.
I left with the pain still tapping on my back and a prescription to possibly fix it. It didn't. I woke Saturday with radiating pain throughout my entire body. I felt like either my entire self was one big bruise, or like I'd done the most extensive work-out of my life and was just then paying for it. I tried to brush it aside, ignore the pain, and continue my day. It only got worse.
By Saturday evening, I was feeling like someone had punched me square in the chest plate and I was trying to regain my breath. It hurt to breath and REALLY hurt to breath deeply. I went to bed around 10 p.m. and woke up Sunday with a headache, but no body pain. I took some Advil and my headache started to dissipate, but the bend of my right arm began aching instead.
This is all very disheartening. (Especially considering I don't have health insurance.) All I need right now is to spend the vast majority of my savings on some ludicrous, emergency, surgery.
If whatever this is will just hold out, one more month, I will get insurance and give it whatever it wants from me.
That is my promise to the pain.