The other night I decided I would be more comfortable sleeping in my chair. That means Charlie can either sleep next to me, or sleep on the couch next to the chair.
He’d been doing this without complaint since this latest back episode began.
But that night after I turned the light off he started groaning. That’s what he does when he’s trying to convey something to me. When I didn’t do anything, he started to groan louder.
I lifted him down to the floor to see if he wanted out or needed a drink of water. Nope, he just stood there looking at me.
Charlie Wasn’t Giving Up:
Then he started barking. Well I can’t have that because I have a next door neighbor and my living room borders on her bedroom. So I turned the light on and scooped him up and went to the bedroom.
Charlie doesn’t like his routine disrupted. And I sure know about routines because I don’t like mine messed with either. He likes to do what we’ve always done, which is to sleep in the bed with him at the end of it.
Once I put him on the bed and got under the covers he was content.
My physical therapist, Holly, after my second visit yesterday, said she wanted me to contact my doctor and make an appointment. She said that what she’s seeing in my hands could possibly be a systemic issue.
She said she’d just feel better as a physical therapist if we ruled something like that out.
Holly mentioned Monday, that my fingers didn’t look quite right.
She said the skin on my hands looked stretched tight. Like maybe that was keeping me from being able to bend my fingers easily or straighten my hands. She also mentioned a shininess to the skin on the tops of my fingers.
A Medical Issue?
All this is way over my head. But I’m seeing my doctor Monday afternoon to see what she thinks.
This just seemed to happen overnight. One day I could bend my fingers okay and the next it was painful to do so and they kept locking up on me.
Now when I wake up and swing my legs off the side of the bed in the morning, I already kind of feel like I’ve done a hard day’s work. I’m tired and stiff all over. I just chucked that up to aging.
And maybe that’s what it is.