I’ve never actually witnessed Mom getting a migraine until today. I guess that’s good, considering I’ve been living here since May. At 6:00 a.m. Human Standard Time, Mom crawled out of bed and groped her way to the bathroom. I won’t go into details, but I found her on all fours sweating, shaking, and doing what I usually do on the carpet (not pooping). I stayed with Mom and licked some sweat off her brow. She took some medicine and went back to bed, but the migraine did not crack for seven human hours.
Jamie ran back and forth, fetching Gatorade, cold washcloths, and fluffing pillows. I stayed next to Mom the entire time; I didn’t even leave to get up to go to out. I stayed with Mom until she stopped shaking and heaving and sweating. When she was better (she says the roots of her hair still hurt a bit) and got up to go to the kitchen, I ran outside. Then I came back in to see if she would give me a scrap of her dry white toast (Elwood Blues style). She did. It was better than the tortilla the other day.
Dogs love you unconditionally, in sickness and in health. Pitbulls are known as the “nanny dog” and I think I know why. I can’t explain it, but I wouldn’t have left Mom’s side for anything while she was sick. Mom says if it wasn’t for Jamie and me, she’d have had to go to the hospital. It’s been exhausting taking care of her! But I’d do it again.
And now time for a well-deserved rest! Woof!
Love, Maggie the Nurse Dog