At last, light at the end of the tunnel!!

Today I went to visit my good pal Dr Myers, AGAIN...
Since Christmas I have had 4 trips the the Doc and 3 antibiotics, and still can't get better. So I went in today a little upset. I was poked, proded, scraped and bled and they came back with good news and bad news. The bad news is I have a nasty viral infection that leads to bactirial infections because my system is shot. The really bad news he says is that they are seeing this last up to 6 months in some cases. Then smiles and says the good news is you're 1/2 done!
So after wasting a co-pay to be told ummm.... suck it up there's nothin we can do. I was not thrilled. He then told me things to do and not to do to get better ie...
untill this is done I am NOT to get up at 4:30am to work out, in fact I am not to work out at all (good and bad), more fluids (bad news to someone who already drinks 1 Gal of H2O a day), eat these things... (good- I already do)
Then he hit me with the funniest thing ever...
More sleep- hahahahhahahahahahahhah
Anyone who has read my blogs and facebook the last little bit knows that my darling Jack is not about to let that one happen (He was up again from 1-3am last night). Between laughter turning to crying I explained that I was not able to sleep,even when Jack wasn't naughty I woke up several times at night, so the good Doc gave me a perscription for sleeping pills.

I took my advise and my perscription and left, thinking how am I gonna do this. So I decided what the heck, I called the vet, when our fabulous vet got on the phone I said who I was and told him my situation and wanted to know if there were sleeping pills for Dogs. After a short pause and a few giggles my vet said of course he would help me out to please not beat Jack they all loved him too much.

So after months of sickness and no sleep- Jack and I both came home today with sleeping pills- I can't wait to go to bed!!!!

How much is that doggy in the window- The one with the 2 blackend eyes...

We came home from work today to find that Jack had found my tissue storage. He shredded 3 boxes of kleenex that were in a plastic bag, behind the door.

I love him, this is why I have dogs not kids.... right???

3:13am

What a horrible way to end a wonderful day.
Last night Jack decided he had been good long enough and he wanted in our bed. He was a complete TERROR--
At Midnight I decided it was time for everyone to go to bed. I took the dogs out put them in their kennels, turned out the lights and climed into bed. I layed there for about a minute and it started. First he just moved around scratching at his blanket and flopping around trying to get comfy, then the grumbles and whining started, I tried to ignore it but thought just maybe he was telling the truth and needed to potty so I got up and let him out of his bed, he went straight to our bed and sat down, at this point I was getting annoyed so I made him go outside anyways. About 15 min later he still hadn't come in so I grabbed the flashlight and went outside. He was out there enjoying himself playing, I yelled at him to get in the house and he mossied on in. After 2 laps of chasing him around the house he finally got in his bed. I layed down, and within 30 sec it started again. This time I was not giving in.

2 hours and many tactics later, (screaming, crying, bribes, I even layed on the floor by his kennel for about 25min.)completly worn out I gave in, I threw open his kennel said some not very nice words and sat down in the middle of the floor to cry.
Jack proudly skipped into my room, climbed up the stairs to my bed and snuggled down next to Danny, who by the way peacefully slept thru this whole nightmare. I didn't hear another peep out of him.

Tired and beaten I grabbed a blanket and headed to the couch. At this time poor Izzy was so tired she couldn't barely move, she climbed up next to me and flopped down with her head burried in my side and started snoring as loud as can be.
I was just about asleep when she started gasping for air- she had apparently burried herself a little to much into me and started to over heat. After about 10 min of uncontorlable panting I got up and got her a bottle of water, she gulped it down and then sprawled out on the end of the couch and fell peacefully asleep.
I then decided to grab the camera, I thought for sure I would blog about it all the next morning and laugh--

Its 7:30am, I'm blogging, I am NOT laughing.