After a long night of spasm, Mog had yet more this morning, which finally resolved itself after 2 hours of crying and writhing, at which point she moved from plank to limp and asleep.
We went to the vet this morning. And Grolly needs the remaining 2 inches of tail removing as they won't heal but will leave a little bare boned stump.
We went to meet friends. Joined the queue in the coffee shop just as Little Fish's TA rang to say could we fetch her please as she'd had five bowel movements since 9AM.
We fetched Little Fish and pondered the logistics of diarrhoea and big girl pants when you have limited sensation and no ability to run for the loo. It probably should not have taken me several hours to decide on pads.
And then the meds wore off, and Mog went back into spasm, crying and twisting and arching and being miserable until the next dose finally kicked in, at which point she slept for 20 minutes, fitted for another 20 and then sat, not comfortable, but not in spasm either, unless we stood up, bumped her chair, touched her feet or generally lived life.
And then the meds wore off again, just in time for bed...
So now she's had her regular meds plus the new Tizanidine, but can't have anything else just yet. She doesn't want cuddles, doesn't want to sit, doesn't want to lie down, doesn't want to do anything but presumably isn't enjoying being this miserable either. Norah has been rejected in favour of Joseph and his dreamcoat, but that's not much better either, she's just one frantic little girl.
And then I sit down, having posted one child into bed and carefully ignoring the festering laundry pile. And I see my brother has had a far more frustrating day than I have.