I was happily sitting watching Jamie Oliver last night when Barney, our dog, decided to throw up. Nice.
Didn't think too much more about it and decided to come upstairs to bed to watch Die Hard 4. It got to about 10.30pm and there goes Barney again... throwing up. STRESS!
Now, anyone that knows me will know that I cannot handle my dog being ill. I am terrible. It stresses me out big time - he's been my baby for 9 years and last year he became very poorly and it started off as sickness. ( http://debbieuk.wordpress.com/2007/07/04/barney-rubble/ )
So we ended up in the garden at 11pm cleaning his bed and goodness knows what else. He had been sick on his paws and now today I need to clean the carpets (which I was going to anyway as we bought a new Bissell the other night).
What I can't get over is how stressed I got. I was terrible. Worse than usual. I ended up with the shakes, diarrhea and feeling like I really needed to vomit. It's as if when I stress out to that point that my body wants to shut down and just sleep. I nodded off for about 20 minutes so didn't see th end of the film and then nodded off for about 10 minutes whilst Matt was touching my belly (to try and calm me down with a cuddle) once the TV was off.
I didn't sleep ALL NIGHT (literally), so I am taking the day off work today. I have stuff to get on with and work is quite slack anyway (thankfully) so hopefully they won't miss me too much - I just can't handle it today!
What is wrong with me people? I even used my Bach's last night (several times) but I think I was just TOO stressed for it to do anything. Ridiculous!
I think... well, I know, that my Mum was a total stress head too and I inherited it from her. Part of last night, I reckon, was the fear of Barney being ill and me going into labour. I just don't know how I would cope. I'd be a wreck if I had to leave him at home poorly.
Thankfully, this morning he has seemed fine so fingers crossed it was a one off and he will be ok. He seems a bit peeved at only getting boiled ricce and chicken for breakfast but he should know the score by now! No big dinners til his belly is back to normal.
I shall go hide in a corner now...

Didn't think too much more about it and decided to come upstairs to bed to watch Die Hard 4. It got to about 10.30pm and there goes Barney again... throwing up. STRESS!
Now, anyone that knows me will know that I cannot handle my dog being ill. I am terrible. It stresses me out big time - he's been my baby for 9 years and last year he became very poorly and it started off as sickness. ( http://debbieuk.wordpress.com/2007/07/04/barney-rubble/ )
So we ended up in the garden at 11pm cleaning his bed and goodness knows what else. He had been sick on his paws and now today I need to clean the carpets (which I was going to anyway as we bought a new Bissell the other night).
What I can't get over is how stressed I got. I was terrible. Worse than usual. I ended up with the shakes, diarrhea and feeling like I really needed to vomit. It's as if when I stress out to that point that my body wants to shut down and just sleep. I nodded off for about 20 minutes so didn't see th end of the film and then nodded off for about 10 minutes whilst Matt was touching my belly (to try and calm me down with a cuddle) once the TV was off.
I didn't sleep ALL NIGHT (literally), so I am taking the day off work today. I have stuff to get on with and work is quite slack anyway (thankfully) so hopefully they won't miss me too much - I just can't handle it today!
What is wrong with me people? I even used my Bach's last night (several times) but I think I was just TOO stressed for it to do anything. Ridiculous!
I think... well, I know, that my Mum was a total stress head too and I inherited it from her. Part of last night, I reckon, was the fear of Barney being ill and me going into labour. I just don't know how I would cope. I'd be a wreck if I had to leave him at home poorly.



Thankfully, this morning he has seemed fine so fingers crossed it was a one off and he will be ok. He seems a bit peeved at only getting boiled ricce and chicken for breakfast but he should know the score by now! No big dinners til his belly is back to normal.
I shall go hide in a corner now...



