I'd been up maybe two hours, proofreading on the computer.
That kind of close-up work always gives me a headache and eye strain.
We've also got an automatic air freshener going because poor Smudge stinks, and those things give me a headache and make me feel a bit queasy too.
Between the two, I guess my wacky system said enough.
Out of the blue, bam.
Vertigo hit.
What kept it from being a full-blown episode was just a thin hair.
I yelled for Badger and went to lie down.
She immediately started plying me with liquids.
The orange juice seemed to righten things first.
Then, oh man. I think I drank a gallon of lemonade today.
She and Cowboy kept fussing at me because I hardly eat or drink.
I’ve never been much of a drinker, and right now I’m trying to lose weight, so I’ve been cutting back on calories.
I’ve eaten very little over the past month.
Yesterday was so hot, and instead of staying hydrated, I only had coffee.
I guess what worked in my twenties doesn’t work as well in my late fifties.
Luckily, I got to feeling better by the time Peacock and his wife brought Turtle 🐶up.
They were heading to a concert in Georgia.
He says that we'll have Turtle until next week.
I hope that's just Peacock being his clown self.
Turtle isn't a problem, so if he wishes to leave her a few extra days, that's fine with us.
It wouldn't be the first time we've had her for an extended stretch.
Peacock put the minutes on Cowboy's new work phone.
Neither he nor I could figure out how to even check when it needs a refill.
If it's computer-related-even phones-we yell for Peacock.
Then they got back on the road.
He texted us later saying he had car trouble, so they might be stuck in Georgia.
Since tomorrow is supposed to be cave day, and I'm still not a hundred percent, we've taken it easy.
Of course, now we have three dogs that need potty breaks, which got us outside some.
Mostly, though, we just watched TV.
Badger finally got to watch the new Superman movie she's been wanting to watch but didn’t want to rent.
Let's just say I'm glad she didn’t rent it.
I'm trying to limit screen time, so I'll be getting off of here.
I won't tell you that fluids are essential because you do know this. Especially living in the heat of the south. I had seven! large dogs all at one time in the late 90s/early 2000s. I was followed everywhere by a pack. All were rescues and all were such good doggies. Our last dog died in 2023. We miss having dogs but we seem to have made up for it with cats.
ReplyDeleteAging is so inconsiderate, isn't it? I will always remember Bette Davis on some daytime program long ago saying "getting old ain't for sissies." True words.
Sandra: I know, hydrate, hydrate, hydrate 😊. Southern heat is no joke! You’re right, I do know better, but I’m one of those odd ducks who just doesn’t drink much.
ReplyDeleteSeven big rescues must have been such a joyful, lively pack. I can almost see them following you everywhere. What a wonderful memory. I’m so sorry about your sweet dog crossing the rainbow bridge; that kind of loss really lingers.
These days I’ve somehow gathered a little pack myself. My dog is Lab-Dachshund mix a cousin brought when she couldn’t keep him. Then my third son moved into an RV in our backyard, and his Shar-Pei/Nova Scotia Tolling Retriever is too big for the space, so she’s on my permanent guest list. And my oldest son has a St. Bernard mix that we dog-sit often.
It’s a strange turn of events for someone who’s always been a cat person. I still don’t quite understand how I ended up surrounded by dogs.
Aging is absolutely inconsiderate. Bette Davis knew what she was talking about when she said getting old ain't for sissies.
I often moan to my husband that I wish I was twenty again.