Fingers crossed, life might be calming down a little from now on!
Another rather frantic week is over. More dental hospital visits, doctor visits, pints of blood for blood tests but I suspect the aches, pains and lack of energy spring mainly from the CFS being reactivated for some reason along with post menopause levels of hormones and bursitis in one hip. We’ll see.
A kind friend from the US has suggested I go to stay with her and her husband next February for a month in the desert south of Palm Springs for sunshine and warmth, to avoid my annual SAD. Not sure if it is practicable, but what a kind thought and generous offer:)
This week we had to zoom over to the International Zoo Vet again, with a follow up consultation for the gecko and the regular biennial check up for the parrots: they also had stomach upsets so I wanted that checked out too. Test results for the parrots available Monday, mine on Tuesday and yet another follow up for gecko in a month.
Now poor rescue dog has a stomach upset too. However, nearly all friends and neighbours are in the same boat so perhaps there is some interspecies bug going round. I came home from the vet with a huge pot of Zoolite mixture to put in the animals’ drinking water, an electrolyte mixture to support their systems when under strain.
Whilst at the vet’s an emergency case came in and we gave up our place in the schedule, of course. So we waited with baited breath for an hour and a half while the emergency was treated. It was a tiny, ninth-month old, land tortoise, about three inches in diameter, which had been squashed and bitten by a family dog, which mistook it for a toy. It was owned by an eleven year old girl who was apparently distraught at her lack of care. The tortoise had canine puncture wounds through the bottom and the top of its shell: so the vet super-glued the hole in the bottom, gave antibiotics and left the top hole open to drain if necessary, and sent the little mite home with ice packs. She was not optimistic but did the best she could.
This episode reminded me of the time a neighbour’s dog attacked one of my favourite cockerels, called Asterix. He was a gorgeous tempered, benign, huge, black cockerel who was like a feathered teddy bear. He ended up with loads of really deep puncture wounds. We rushed him to our local lady vet of the time, who spent hours on him and hardly charged us at all because she said it was a learning experience for her. All she could do was find all the wounds and fill each one up with dry, powdered antibiotic, sew the tops together and give him antibiotic injections. He was sent home with more injections for me to give him, which I did. And he recovered fully and completely, wonderful!
Anyway, whilst waiting for our ‘slot’ I began to develop a really bad migraine and knowing that I had a drive of an hour and a half to get home began to feel that we ought to give up and set off for home. I took a pill but it was having no effect and I felt dreadfully nauseous and ill. But then the vet was free and we went in: she took one look at me and said she had healing hands would I like her to lay them on my head? Well, she did and the headache vanished, there and then. I was flabbergasted. I did ask if she would like to come and live near us!
In order to calm life down a bit I am beginning to cancel events: one of the most difficult to let go was being a Presiding Officer at the next local elections, with two Clerks under me, one of whom would have been husband! As Presiding Officer I would have taken the completed voting slips to the town hall with a police escort. I so wanted that escort!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But at the same time I have a national exam and another dental hospital appointment, and no way can I physically manage all three, so something had to go. But it would have made such a good blog post. Now to decide between the other two appointments.
The geese have begun laying. Well, to be precise, Debra has. Goose egg on left, large hen egg on right – makes you wince doesn’t it?!
Husband came downstairs from the loft holding the egg incubator, which I admit I had forgotten we had, and said “Shall we see if this still works?”
So we have three goose eggs (do not want too many more geese) sitting comfortably in the warmth – watch this space.
That’s it from me today folks, off out to buy charcoal pills and charcoal biscuits for the rescue dog’s tum, which is not happy. Will try to post a little more frequently now.