Yes, I know. Today was supposed to be the day I finally went to the hospital to get my back checked, but I ended up not going for several reasons:
1. The plan was to wake up early so that I could really make the most of my time in the waiting room. Unfortunately, my elderly pug, Jelly, was feeling under the weather last night, necessitating some EARLY morning emergency trips to the back yard. When 8:00 a.m. rolled around, I was exhausted and ended up sleeping in.
2. Eating all that turducken and piecaken last night really took a lot out of me. I was exhausted by the time my bedtime rolled around – too exhausted to shave. For this reason, I elected to put off my hospital visit fearing that, in my present physical state, the staff would misinterpret my health complaints as the lunatic ravings of a homeless man and have me placed on a 24 hours psychiatric hold.
3. My back is feeling better. Ish.
Let’s play it by ear.
When I finally woke up this morning, I couldn’t help but notice that I wasn’t alone. Yes, despite the fact that it was hours past our usual wake-up time, my special little lady was lying beside me. No, not Akemi. My french bulldog, Lulu, who, apparently, woke up with everyone else, had breakfast, and then came back to bed to keep me company. How’s that for loyalty? Or, maybe, sheer laziness?
Hmmm. Maybe the latter. This was Lulu earlier today taking a nap in her favorite sun spot. Some guard dog, huh?
Believe it or not, I only ate one meal yesterday. Granted, I had three helpings in that one sitting, but still. I skipped dinner and then, as a my guests were leaving, made sure to send them off with plenty of leftovers. Check out Tio on his way out the door for the long motorcycle ride home. He had to actually wear every piece of clothing in his backpack in order to fit the food inside.
No, scratch that. The back isn’t feeling any better. I’ll go tomorrow.
Today’s blog entry is dedicated to Riley and Maddie. Get better soon!