And everyone played. Actually, that isn't how we started. We started with trying to play a game with Bibi who was in rare form. I mean, seriously. She is such a delight most of the time and for some reason this time she was cranky. We're actually used to her crying while she's here because we either manage to wear her out or her parents try to take her home too soon and she cries because she wants to stay. But this was different. Four or five times she started crying and would storm off but it never lasted very long. At one point, she even became a pillow-head, much to everyone's delight, no less her own. Later, much later, Joe joined us. He had some pizza but did not have any cake because he doesn't like chocolate cake. He's a poopy-head, not to be mistaken with a pillow-head.
The evening ended at a fairly decent hour. So when Rob and I both went to bed, we were mutually exhausted and ready to crash. Which is why I should have fallen asleep without any problem. But I didn't. Instead I had insomnia.
And it didn't go away until Wednesday when I finally broke down and took something to help me fall asleep. Just in time for Romanov to go to the vet and have a second prescription added to his daily routine. And this is where things began to get hairy because we knew that the new medication would make him dopey but he got too dopey. So dopey, in fact, that he was beginning to have problems with walking and moving. It was alarming and by Saturday I had to help him up the stairs.
WTF?
While it is reassuring that the veterinarian said Romanov doesn't have epilepsy (he would have shown signs much younger) and doesn't have a brain tumor (we would have seen personality and/or behavior changes), I have to wonder if there isn't a correlation between the drug and his manifesting seizures now. I am remaining calm and plan on contacting the vet first thing on Monday. In the meantime, he isn't taking anything to make him relax because he's so out of it now, we might put him in a coma. Okay. I exaggerate but it is heartbreaking to see him unable to stand up without a serious struggle.
Because of the lack of sleep and mild distress over Romanov, my studying did not go as well as I would have liked. In the background I had Deadwood playing which, after the sublimity of Downton Abbey was dirty and vulgar. And I can see why my mother couldn't watch it past a few episodes and why it was canceled after only a few seasons. Frankly, the performances were wonderful but I've a feeling that I will quickly forget most of it. I won't forget the actors but the story was so overwrought and melodramatic, predictable and dull in spite of the endless attempts at titillation.
On Saturday, Rob's friend Bethany arrived in town and she will be here for a couple of days because there's something big happening on Sunday. Well, it's big for Rob and Bethany. Not so much for me. But that will haven't to wait for next week's post, which should be an interesting one. I mean, right now I know I'll be writing about
- Romanov and what the vet has to say about the dosage and seizures and such
- Bethany's visit
- Game day on Wednesday (woohoo!)
- and maybe something else will come up because you never can tell what will happen from one day to the next around here