I had the worst dream or I should say, nightmare last night.
It seemed so vivid I can't seem to shake it from my start of the day.
Bigdogg was up most of the night in a great deal of pain from his extraction.
He was itchy as well which I'm sure is attributed to the pain medicine that the oral surgeon prescribed. However, the pain medicine doesn't seem to be working.
My sister Derna made an excellent point that some pain medication doesn't work as well as others. Suffice to say I'll be making a phone call in a few hours requesting a new prescription for something other than the vicoden 750mg extra strength.
So we were up on and off for most of the night and I'm just exhausted.
I got up last night in the thunderstorm around 1:45am and took out my nephewdog Jorge for a walk and poopies and pee-pee's which he was all about-except he didn't want to get wet.
But, how did I manage to have such a terrible dream when I was up most of the night.
UGH, I can't shake this feeling of doom.
I'll get into details about the dream later, but basically it's one of those realistic "I dreamed I died" dreams.
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I'm so tired. :(