Max has the tiniest hint of a cold, but when something sets his asthma off it's no fun.
He was addicted to his puffer yesterday, and could hardly walk across the room without bending over on his knees to catch his breath. Poor little guy. :-(
He came into my room crying in the middle of the night in need of his puffer. He ended up sleeping between Quincey and I and from then on I dreamt I was under water and would come up for seconds only for breath. It was miserable and made me much more empathetic to his predicament.
He's playing and is in better spirits today, but I can still hear every breath he takes - or wheezes, rather.
I also dreamt last night that Max was being viciously attacked by my sister's Bull Mastiff. (Sorry, Mare! I know he's gentle!) I was completely frozen except for a guttural scream for Mary. She came and started beating the dog, but he was too big and strong and just kept at Max's little body. My brain played this out in silhouette to spare me the details. I woke up feeling sooo guilty that I didn't save him myself.
Do you ever feel guilty for things you don't really do, but dream about?
Or better yet, do you ever wake up mad at your spouse for something they did in a DREAM??
haha! Quincey LOVES it when he's in trouble for something that I only DREAMT that he did. :-)
Sounds like your anxieties over Max's asthma are playing out in your subconscious. No need for guilt. Hope he's better today.
Posted by: Mum | July 20, 2011 at 07:03 AM
Chester feels guilty that you feel that way. He's a gentle giant. BTW, I heard CLA is really good for asthma. Poor Max.
Posted by: Mary | July 20, 2011 at 07:28 AM