Shiva still isn't relating the pain meds to less pain, so I had to actually tip the safe haven cage and slide him out to give him pain meds. He wouldn't eat plain AD so I put some water in and he had some. Now they're both on the heating pad.
Last night, I woke up and he was under the covers with me, on a bare little bit next to the edge. I woke up because I needed to pee, so I sort of bridged my knees over him and turned carefully and when I got back, he was stretched out in the middle of the bed, under the covers. I ended up sleeping diagonally.
I had a weird dream before waking up today -- it was back when Rick and I were teenagers and I was his guardian. I was in our apartment when I heard our stepmother's voice outside on the landing. When I opened the door, the landing suddenly became a big fancy hall, all decorated in white, and she was talking to a lot of other women and she was saying she was leaving. I asked why she was leaving and she said she had to have Crab Louie and she got into a tiny car with her daughter in it, and flew out an open window. I watched it go into the distance and then when I turned back to the hall, it was decorated in black.
Now, when I had that phone call with her after Dad died, and I mentioned how she'd taken the kids and gone to a hotel when he wanted any of them to do something they didn't want to do, she called it "running away." So I suppose it might have something to do with that. But I dunno, I don't remember her ever mentioning Crab Louie, and why wasn't her son with her? Dreams are strange.