Puzzle got spayed yesterday. Here she is today, rather unhappy to be restricted to “quiet activity only.”
Later, I took the plastic cone thingy off. “Elizabethan collar” is what the vet calls them. It was torture for poor Puzzle not to be able to chew on her favorite toys. Also, every time she tried to curl up in the corner she bumped into the wall.
I am writing a piece on coping skills and mental illness. I’m not sure where the piece is headed but I’ll post bits and pieces of it here, eventually.
These are the pills I take each day. About 1/3 of these I take first thing in the morning. Yesterday I got mixed up (it was early) and I took the morning dose twice. Idiot! I had to call my shrink who told me no, it was no necessary to go to the emergency room, I would feel dizzy and headachey for the day, that’s all. And so I did.