Kamikazi Dog, or Why I'm Up at 3 AM

My boyfriend's brothers' dog is named Sierra.

Yesterday, which happened to be my boyfriend's birthday, we were hanging out at his place, and the dog wanted to go out. Normally she goes down the steps and hangs out a few feet away, does her stuff, and just sniffs around.

Yesterday, however, she started to sniff her little area, and then took off running. She wouldn't stop when I called, and looked like she was having a lot of fun. Especially when she ran into traffic. I started running after her right away, I don't know how she didn't get hit (not sure how I didn't get hit), but she made it to the other side and I got there a few seconds after she did. I picked her up, waited a few seconds for my heart to start, and carried her back and tied her up.

I collapsed onto the steps and already felt the pain increase.

And it wouldn't decrease.

It was one of those pain flare ups that came with hot and cold flashes, nausea, and even laying down and not moving hurt.

I wasn't mad at Sierra, she's a dog and that's what dogs do. I didn't think twice about running after her, of course I would. Next time tho, definitely going to tie her up first.

After watching some Doctor Who, it was pretty clear that my pain was not going to settle down, and the birthday dinner plans with his family were not going to include me.

It was really hard to tell if I was crying because of the pain or because I had to miss out on dinner. It was both, but still.

Justin2 was really sweet tho, he held me and told me it was okay and pretty much insisted that I was to just go home and not feel bad. After all, I was able to go with him and some of his friends out for lunch.

I made it home and really didn't leave the couch. Watched some baseball, made a frozen pizza, and was able to sleep for a while before waking up in the middle of the night for more pain meds.

I really hope surgery next week gives me answers. I want to know what I'm dealing with. I'm so tired of this ruining my life. Again.