I keep writing updates to my blog, but not publishing them. I don't know. I sit here and read it and it just doesn't seem worthy enough to print. As a result, we wind up going months between updates. Ooops?

Yesterday, I pinched a nerve under one of my shoulder blades. An hour later, pinched one under the other one too. As long as I don't move my arms, and keep my head perfectly straight and perfectly still, it doesn't bother me. Since I work on the computer though, I am constantly moving my arms. I've been hopped up on Tylenol and Ibuprofen since yesterday morning.

Now for most people, Tylenol and Ibuprofen is no big deal. They take it, it relieves pain and they move on. It puts me to sleep. Out like a light. A mirror held to the face would not register breathing activity. Except, when I'm in excruciating pain that is.

I tossed and turned all night long, unable to get comfortable and yet, each movement sending another wave of pain. Finally, I gave myself a double dose of Tylenol and that did the trick. Pain was still there, but at the same time, so drugged up, I slept right through it.

At six, I woke up from the meds wearing off and the pain returning. I got up and took another dose and I was down for the count. Right before falling asleep, I heard noises in my house and then, a door open. Everyone else is off to work and school. Puppies are in their kennel, and older dogs are in their room. I knew that I should not be hearing the sounds of doors opening and closing.

Yet, I was in too much pain to move and I was too tired and groggy to get up and see what was going on. I hate not being in control! This is why I don't drink. If I need to be able to move around, I don't like being impaired in any way. I was panicking, yet my eyes were closing at the same time.

Then, I heard it. Right before I drifted off to unwilling sleep, I heard it.

My Moby.

You may remember Moby from last year. She is the beautiful brindle pit bull that was left at the carnival. It took us three days and one animal control officer to finally catch her and bring her home. She's mothered kittens as though they were puppies, and has mothered puppies as though they were her own. Protective and silently strong, she lets us know she is here because she wants to be here. Many times she could have run off and yet, she stays right by my side. My Moby.

She jumped the gate from her room (the only thing that keeps them in their room is a baby gate) and gave a quiet growl to the puppies. They immediately got quiet. I then heard the front door shut and the sounds of her paws landing back onto the hard linoleum floor. She just shut the door that the wind must have knocked open. Then, I heard her walk through out the house, pausing at my door before moving on.

I fell asleep knowing I was safe. My Moby was looking after me today.