A busy weekend

I broke my back yesterday morning. I`ve been stressing about the move, packing up my stuff, looking for a new place, dealing with the bank, looking for a real estate agent, trying to keep the house clean(-ish) while taking care of the dogs, going to work and sleeping on a sh***y mattress.

And now... I had just got the two lill`doggies washed and was gonna start brushing them when I rose from my bed and -it just stabbed me! It wasn`t too bad coz I took the dogs and brushed them anyway and after that I rested a few hours.

Everything was ok until at 11 I wanted to take the dogs out so I could try to sleep a bit. I got into the elevator and straightened my back -rather forced it to be straight and the first step I took out of that elevator was faightfull. I collapsed of the pain to the floor! Poor doggies wanted to go out but I couldn`t help it. We went back up and I had to bite the tears away though it didn`t help much.We got home and I dropped my clothes on the floor and bullied the dogs into the bedroom. I couldn`t help myself I was in so much agony. I lower myself on the bed, very carefully and cried and whined for at least half an hour. Paddy licked my face for a while but settled then beside me. Pepe didn`t react -he normally doesn`t. He just looked at me every now and then.


I had to call my ex if he could help me with the dogs and he was a real sweetheart coz he took the dogs out twice and brought me stronger painkillers. I actually slept a few hours with my feet elevated.
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Then at 00.30 Pepe started to whine, he whined for an hour+. I couldn`t figure out what he wanted. I offered water, food, attention but he didn`t want any of it. I took him to the shower room coz the painkillers had worn off and I really didn`t want to try to go outside. I figured that at least that room would be easy to clean. He didn`t get it (my dogs aren`t used to doing their business indoors). So after some more whining I gave up and started to dress myself for outside. Pepe tried to open the shower room-door and I opened it for him. He did his business there. A big pile of poop and two piles of vomit -yee... I kept telling him what a good dog he was so he wouldn`t feel bad about messing up inside.

After that he was fine! He jumped up on my bed and slept peacefully a few hours. I really hope he isn`t sick -that that was just a reaction to the food he ate...