My cat is stronger than I am. As he pushed on the partially opened back door, I tried to stop him. No match for power paws, he escaped--happily pouncing around the back yard.
Since lifting wasn't an option, I took to shooing.
"Finster...psssss. Get in here," I hissed, stomping around like a wild woman.
With Betsy's help, he came back in, but not before causing stress and exhaustion.
Weak, heavy arms--it's a problem I've had on and off since beginning Lyme treatment. It started with Acyclovir--my anti-viral medication. Some days, I can't lift an egg...none the less a two-ton cat. Just filling out a Fed Ex label today did me in. My hands are burning; my arms are aching. It feels like I lifted weights, feel asleep on my shoulder, then rested all of my body weight on my palms in the middle of a hot, gravel driveway.
My doctor says the arm thing's a herx. He's not worried, but for me it's one more thing to consider....especially since just starting Diflucan, Ivermectin, and soon to be Pyrantel Pamoate. Makes me wonder...If I had a weird reaction, would I even know it? I sure hope so. For now, I'm just trying to relax, cuddle up in a blanket, and get some rest. Worrying (and picking things up) can wait 'til tomorrow.
Altered Today: First Ivermectin dose (1/4 of what I've been prescribed), return of the 16 ton arm charm....bleck, bleck, bleck.