One more day
There’s one more day until I see the vet. I want to tell him I feel fine so that he doesn’t say anything more is needed. I wouldn’t be telling the truth though. I’m still chewing my knees and not standing right. Mum and I have talked about it at length and we’re both feeling very forlorn. We are hoping that the consultant can say this is normal progress, but as I’m now at the stage where I should be able to be off lead and living a normal life again, I think we have an issue.
Pain relief
Mum has even wondered if she needs to see if Gabapentin works for pain relief. She vowed she would never give it to a dog again after what it did to Alfie. Our lovely mild-mannered Alfie became aggressive within 24 hours of going onto it and it took two weeks to get it out of his system. Then Mum read up on it and it can have serious adverse effects on children’s mental health and that’s the nearest comparison in treating us. It works on the nerve system in some way that I don’t understand and is different to the pain relief I’m on. I don’t think I really fancy it after what Mum has told me, but I’ll talk to the vet.
More freedom
Whatever happens tomorrow Mum says she will be giving me more freedom. She’s talked to me about behaving responsibly and limiting what I do myself. It’s easier said than done really. When things don’t hurt it’s easy to forget yourself and jump up. Ok, so you remember pretty quickly, but not until it’s too late. I can at least start eating the occasional apple without interruption and that will at least be something.
Love
Wilma
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