Drugs

Where am I? Who am I? and why am I here?????

The trouble with having a back issue that rears it's ugly head when you least want it to is it can be a touch demoralising to say the least, but the drugs do help, unfortunately the side effects don't. I have always had an intolerance to opiates (according to my doctor), I can manage with the usual over the counter pills but anything stronger and the world gets shifted ever so slightly.  So for the last couple of days the back has been leading me down the opiate path, a path I tread very carefully, too much and a foggy brain and an inability to speak occurs, too few and there is no sleep and no relief.  My beloved likes the former as no speech means complete peace for him, myself I try and find a middle ground, which sometimes means that I can on occasions string half a sentence together but this takes an age as due to the fog in the brain I can't quite get a grasp on the words I need (bit like early Alzheimer's I would imagine).

My lovely hound obviously knows there is something wrong, whenever I leave the room now he whines, my beloved is now moaning that he doesn't whine when he leaves, I did point out that when my beloved needs to relieve himself the hound will lay like a lion keeping guard outside the loo. 

Trying to pick up Stitch has been tricky, especially from a seated position.  4.5 kilo doesn't seem very heavy until your back is buggered, poor little man has to get lifted by his harness as I just can't catch him any other way. But anyway enough of that rubbish the last few days have flown in mainly because I can't remember them, but what I do remember is a couple of beach trips with my beloved throwing stones for Stitch into the water, he now manages to get up to his chest in the water if your sly with how you throw the stones, and the one way that came over his back taking him by surprise was very amusing from dry land, but it's ok he got his own back by shaking from nose to tail and covering us with water and black sand.....