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HOT

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Well b*gger me it is HOT here in the UK at the moment. Now I know the rest of the world laughs when anyone in the UK says it is hot but please remember heat is relative to what you are used to. Also because our Summers are traditionally not that hot, 24 degrees Celsius is probably about average. However this last week temperatures have been rarely lower than 28 to 30 degrees Celsius making it unbearable for me  and for poor Dembe.

In the UK we don’t do air conditioning unless it is in a shop or a very fancy home. Air conditioning units are beyond a lot of peoples means at around £350-450 upwards. Our homes have been insulated to within an inch of their lives. Meaning they stay hot no matter what doors and windows are thrown open. Believe me I have tried the keeping the windows closed and curtains drawn during the day to keep the temperature down but it didn’t work. It ended up even more suffocatingly hot than usual. We have the loft hatch open in the hope that it gives the hot air somewhere to go. But other than living in my refrigerator I am just soldiering on.

The heat and Dysautonomia do not mix, I can’t regulate my temperature on the best of days so dealing with this unrelenting heat is a nightmare. Standing up my vision is greying out, I have upped all the medications I can to try and retain fluids within my system but it still isn’t enough. I am ending up wetting my hair multiple times a day to get my body temperature down and get some relief. I have got so fed up with it this week that I have bought some freezer blocks to keep me cool during the day. At night we are using hot water bottles that have been filled with cold water and frozen during the day. This at least is helping us sleep. Sadly though my sleep is being interrupted by heat induced migraines.

I never used to suffer with migraines caused by the Summer heat until last year when I got an absolute shocker of a migraine on the Whitsun bankholiday ( a national holiday on the first Monday of June). It happened to be the first day that was very hot and I had spent a lot of time outdoors. I put it down to day drinking and being dehydrated. However the same thing happened this year and there had been no alcohol involved. I had been out in the sun a lot as it was the day Jay and his brother scattered their fathers ashes on Dartmoor, I had spent the time with his mum out in the garden. Again the migraine that followed was another shocker.

It is so frustrating when you get a migraine due to the weather as stopping it happening is out of your control. I have now ordered some freezer blocks from Amazon to freeze and then use during the day to keep cool. Every night for the last three days I have ended up going to bed with a migraine either brewing or in full swing. Last nights was particularly bad as it came back again at around 3am. I woke up to a world of pain as my whole face felt like it was being smacked with a shovel. Thankfully it did ease off with the help of sumatriptan which has been a game changer with my migraines and it makes me angry that despite me visiting the gp practice on numerous occasions this wasn’t offered to me until 2020 when my migraines were making me lose 48 hours of my memory. Which was incredibly scary.

Dembe has also been suffering with this heat, we have had to cancel his Wednesday afternoon walk this week that he adores with Sophie, Beth and the gang as it is just too dangerous to walk him as it would be risking heatstroke. Sophie did offer to walk him in the morning but as Jay is home and he would walk him at 5am there was no point. During the day because Dembe simply refuses to use the garden to go to the toilet, even a wee (!) Jay has been taking him to the shaded lane that runs near our house. Dembe gets hosed down before and after and Jay always checks the temperature of the tarmac before walking him to ensure he doesn’t burn his feet. I am glad he is that much older as he is less fizzy and will sleep during this heat.

To help him with the heat we bought him a splash mat, I think Jay enjoyed it more as Dembe seemed deeply suspicious of it, only going on it when the jets were off.

He really enjoyed splashing around in the water that had collected in the pool. I am happy as long as he is enjoying himself and staying cool. He also likes lying down in the shade on the flag stones on the patio.

We hose this down regularly to ensure it is lovely and cool for him.

We may get a slight reprieve over the next few days as we have been forecast heavy thundery showers. I really hope so as we do need a short break ( at least ) from the onslaught of the heat.

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There will be no blog post over the next two weeks as Mr Myasthenia Kid is on leave from work and we are planning on spending the time together whilst there are some contractors here doing some work on our house.

The Best Dog

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One of my favourite sayings about dogs is,

Everyone thinks they have the best dog.

And none of them are wrong.

W.R Purche 

Dembe since coming home with us on 11th January 2019 has proven time and time again that he is not just the best dog but an exceptional dog. Highly intelligent and intuitive especially when it comes to matters of my health. It started when he was very tiny. He would some how know that I had a migraine and would lie quietly beside me with his face pressing against the side of my face that was hurting due to the migraine. He wouldn’t leave my side unless dragged away. I just put it down to him being impossibly cute but there are so many instances over the last 12 months that have made me realise that his behaviour isn’t just a fluke but something very real.

Around 3 weeks after we brought Dembe home I came down with a chest and sinus infection. I was floored by it, it was probably the closest I have come to feeling like I had the flu without having it in a few years. Dembe would have been around 10-11 weeks old and full of beans. Due to the fact we were still toilet training him I couldn’t go to bed, I simply didn’t have the energy to be going up and down the stairs every 30 minutes ( I couldn’t have done that on a normal day let alone this). So I would lie on the sofa counting down the hours until Jay would be back home so that I could crawl into bed.

A pup of this age is normally a live wire, yes they sleep quite a bit but when they are awake they are into everything. Normally Dembe would have been, however he seemed to know that I was poorly. Instead of running around playing with his toys, for 4 days straight he would lie on my feet or chest up on the sofa and sleep, as I slept. At the time I thought it was odd that such a young pup would alter his behaviour so radically. As soon as I started to be on the mend the crazy pup came back and yes sometimes it was a little too much for me as I was still feeling pretty rough but to contain all that energy for 4 days whilst I waited for the antibiotics to kick in was pretty weird.

 At the time I just put it down to a fluke, that I was projecting and seeing what I wanted to see after losing my beloved nurse Frankie. 

There have been a couple more instances over the year, where it was clear that Dembe was picking up on health stuff to deal with me. We have had a couple of dog training sessions where Dembe has wanted to just get back to me where normally he will quite happily ignore me. One night I was sat quietly on the sidelines when I suddenly lost the vision in my right eye, I knew I had a migraine brewing but as there was only 30 minutes left in the lesson I didn’t see the point in making a fuss. In the end I did have to speak up though as Jay and the trainer couldn’t understand why Dembe wasn’t focusing on the lesson like he normally would and all he kept doing was looking back at me or attempting to get back to me.

We had the same thing happen a few weeks ago during an agility training session. Out of nowhere earlier that morning I had been hit by vertigo. I had taken my medicatiom to attempt to stop it in its tracks but my head was still spinning. I was having to be careful how quickly I turned my head. Dembe again was really unsettled, every time he was off the leash he was back at my side. One of the fellow spectators commented on it and I just said “It is because he knows I am not feeling well, he gets very protective of me if he senses something isn’t right.” I then went onto explain something that had happened just a week or so earlier.

To the uniformed observer this way look like a cute photo of me and Dembe having a cuddle. Although it was cute and comforting it couldn’t have been any further from the truth. I had been feeling not quite right all day. Jay had just gone back to work after coming home for lunch when I had the strongest feeling that I was going to pass out ( even though I was sat down, you see I can pass out in any position it is my super power). Initially I tried to fight it by clenching my buttocks and calf muscles in the hope that this would get the blood circulating. However when I started yawning ( this is a key indicator that my blood pressure is dropping rapidly) I knew I was going to have to get myself to the floor as quickly as possible and then get my legs raised. Dembe was asleep beside me on the sofa.

I quickly got myself down on the floor and got my feet up on the coffee table. I expected Dembe to sleep through this. Instead he got up and then curled up beside my head resting his face against my face. Normally when I lie on the floor this signifies play time. I was fully expecting to be licked, trampled on and toys dropped on me as he would think this would be part of the game. However he didn’t move he just snuggled beside me, I took the photos after I had been down on the floor for ten minutes as I couldn’t believe that he was doing this. I tried to get up but he wouldn’t let me, he had me pinned to the floor for a good 30 minutes. If his face wasn’t against my face he was lying on my arm making it almost impossible for me to move.

What I find incredible is this is not something I have ever taught him to do, this is something he has done on his own. He was also just 14 months old when he did this, he is now 15 months old.

I still find it hard to believe that he is so in tune with me that for whatever reason he knew that I was very unwell at that time and needed him to look after me. Feeling that ill, whilst alone is scary. Thankfully I had my mobile phone on me as the top I was wearing has  what I call a kangaroo pouch pocket. I always try to wear clothes with pockets so that I always have my phone. I managed to get in touch with Mr Myasthenia Kid and explain what had happened I got really tearful when I explained what a wonder Dembe had been. He asked if I wanted him to come home but I said until I knew if I could sit up or not unaided there wasn’t any point. Around 30 minutes after I first hit the deck I was able to sit up, resting my back against the dresser. Another ten minutes later and I made my way up to bed and spent a few hours lying down . Again Dembe behaved beautifully, he just came up to bed with me and slept beside me.

Which if you had ever met Dembe you would know what a normal active, annoying pup he can be. Who regularly crawls onto my lap and knocks the chromebook from my hands because it has been at least 15 seconds since I gave him a cuddle. Who throws his crocodile toy, well any toy of his choosing that day around the lounge and to hell with the consequences. So to adapt his behaviour on his own accord is really quite amazing to me.

This is what I am battling against at the moment trying to write the blog post

 He is not a quiet pup, he isn’t massively high energy but if he wants your attention he has ways and means of ensuring he gets it. Who could resist that face peering around the computer screen.

I thank my lucky stars everyday that we were lucky enough to have Dembe choose us to be his human parents.

I do feel like I need to point out that just because of Dembe’s unique ability doesn’t mean I love our previous dogs Travis, Mollie, Willow and Frankie any differently. Life will always be marked in sections before the Weims, after the Weims. Life goes on but it goes on around a huge Weimaraner shaped hole. And it always will. Dembe is not a replacement but our boy and the beginning of a new chapter. He is currently our best dog, same as Frankie, Travis, Mollie and Willow were when they were with us.