Pink Paws & Pain Meds: A Day in the Life
Today started with a bleeding skull and a lot of Vicodin. Trigeminal neuralgia has been loud lately—drilling into my jaw, ringing in my teeth, setting my whole face on fire. I’ve spent most of the day curled up on the couch, trying to breathe through it. Smoke. Cry. Repeat.
But even in pain, things still moved forward.
We got the entire website done—the blog, the email list, the product setup, the pages, the automation. All of it. The only thing left is uploading the artwork photos, which are being scanned now. I made the hard decision to spend the money to get it done right, and honestly? I’m proud of myself. This was a real business-building day, even if my body was crumbling underneath it.
And then there’s Nicky.
Today she received a gift from the universe in the form of a giant pink paw-shaped couch. It’s enormous, fluffy, ridiculous, and shaped like a paw print. Naturally, she assumed it was a throne and climbed onto it like she’d always lived in royalty.
It was her couch for about twenty minutes…
And then she peed in the hallway and pooped in front of the neighbor’s door.
Classic.
But I didn’t get angry. I understood why it happened—we broke her normal routine, and her little body didn’t have the rhythm to hold it. I cleaned it up quietly. No drama. And we stayed in for the night, skipping the dog park as a gentle consequence—not a punishment.
She’s learning.
So am I.
We’re both exhausted now.
She’s curled into her giant pink paw. I’m still on the other couch, wrapped in pain, trying to ride the edge of it long enough to sleep. But the website is done. The vision is alive. And the world is about to see everything I’ve survived.
Today was a lot. But we made it through. And that’s enough.
With Love,
— Dana & Nicky
