Weekend Activities and Mood Swings

I've sure been on a roller coaster lately with my emotional state. Friday evening we went to listen to music at NewBo City market. We had never heard of the band but they sounded interesting from the description, and we could get food and beer and we could take Atlas with us. Since it was just my wife and I, she had to wrestle with getting me out of the van and controlling Atlas at the same time. She did really good on this and we were able to get a table. Later some of her sisters and their husbands showed up. She had some cheap little carabiner to hook Atlas to my chest strap when she went to get food and beer. She warned her sister that there were other dogs coming so watch Atlas. A guy walked by with 2 dogs and I don't think he reacted but when the guy came by with the German Shepherd he took off. Our son's roommate had a German Shepherd and we think that is why Atlas react so strongly to them. Off he went and bent the carabiner straight, and scratched my arm with it and pulled the center strap off my rig. My sister-in-law grabbed him before he got too far.
On Saturday we watched the Iowa Hawkeyes play the Iowa State Cyclones. It was a pretty exciting game and the Hawkeyes ended up winning in overtime. ISU played well enough to win and except for a few plays they should have, so I'm afraid that loss might be heartbreaking for them. After the game we took Atlas to the dog park. Since Labor Day weekend at the cabin he's not really been the same. He chased down the ball and brought it back like he always does and then we stopped at the Pavilion so I could be in the shade for a while. While there, we met a golden retriever, and a pitbull came over to see us. Atlas chased the ball for a while and then just set it down. The pitbull ran around with it for a while with then brought back. Later the pitbull started playing with Atlas like Atlas's old English sheepdog friend does. It's sort of like wrestling. Atlas growled at him and then snapped at him. That was very uncharacteristic of him and we separated the 2 and no more problems. Later while we were walking around the track Atlas wouldn't go get his ball. My wife would it away and got out is fetching dummy. He takes a dummy very seriously and when the lay down to rest he laid on top of it so nobody could get it. It was pretty funny! Later that night we had a campfire out back in the fire pit. 2 of her sisters and their husbands joined us as well as 2 other dogs. One is a Sheltie and has enough white that we could always see where he
was. Atlas was there and so was Chip the chocolate lab. Neither of those could be seen in the dark. My brother-in-law was petting one of them and said "I have Atlas here so that dog must be Chip." The other brother-in-law said, "no this is Atlas's that must be Chip." It was hilarious.
Sunday I woke up very depressed. It's been 3 days since I've been able to move my right arm and it seemed like I was going backwards. I ended up having my wife take me out to the screen porch because I didn't want my bad mood to spread. I was a very bad and pitiful mood the whole day. Is very frustrating to get a little use of my arm back and think it will get better every day only to have it go dead again. I was also having intestinal cramping for the 2nd day in a row. My digestive problems have increased probably because I am so inactive. I thought the cat would come out when I was on the porch and she did once but would not climb up on my lap like she used to do. This didn't do my mood any favors. I whined a lot when my wife put me to bed and watched Amazon TV until I was ready to sleep.
When my wife got up for work I realized I was able to move my right arm from side to side away from my body. After she got me up I was able to drive my chair back to living room. I had trouble getting my hand off the control when I got to living room but that has been pretty common so far. So I'm not sure what to expect from day to day. I keep hoping I can get to where I can confidently drive my chair myself. Also to be able to scratch the kitty's chin so she likes me again. I do like her but the feelings don't seem to go both ways. Hopefully my right arm gets good enough that I can feed myself again. Sometimes is doesn't seem like much and other times it seems like it will be a miracle if it happens. I have been really up-and-down but I try not to spread my bad mood. I think my wife ends up listening to my complaints since I don't share them with everybody. To me this disease is is worse for her that it is for me. She takes really good care of me.