The sword of time will pierce our skin
Finally had my doctor's appointment about the knee today. The knee is actually not too bad right now - I can stay on my feet a good forty minutes without limping, although I can feel the instability in the stretchy bits round the kneecap (which I think is the anterior cruciate?), and I have to walk carefully. It's much better with Squish on the harness and long line - he has enough freedom of movement that he doesn't feel the need to jerk me off my feet. But it still needs looking at. My doctor's referred me to the orthopaedic department to get it looked at, MRI'd and - I dunno what they'll do next.
I shut the cats in the bedroom if I have to go out without the dogs. I trust my dogs absolutely not to harm my cats deliberately, but Spike is excitable and annoying, Squish is guardy and jealous, they're both a lot bigger than cats and I don't trust Murphy's Law. So they're only all together when I'm there to supervise.
So when Mum comes to pick me up, of course there's always one cat that hides under the couch. Spike goes all herdy and pins cat under couch, Squish gets all incensed because OMG YOU CANNOT COME NEAR MY COUCH, cat (Hamish on this occasion) gets freaked by all the dog commotion and won't come out from under the couch until I take the sofa cushion off and poke cat in the backside. Cat shoots into kitchen and I have to intercept him swiftly before the now thoroughly overexcited dogs drive him back under the couch. So of course I didn't notice Squish's bone falling off the couch (where it wasn't allowed to be in the first place) and I step on it, barefoot and with all my considerable weight. OW OW OW FUCKING OW. The sole of my foot is one great big magenta-and-indigo bruise, with a hole in the middle where the bone had a pointy bit, and now I'm limping on my other leg. Not. Happy.
Mum and I cheered ourselves up by shopping on Holdenhurst Road where the little foreign food shops are. Bought spare rib sauce and char sui sauce and prawn crackers and a litre bottle of light soy at the Asian food shop, and a big garlicky phallic kielbasa at the Eastern European food shop. I wish to hell we had some fun shops like that round here.
Saffron cat got spayed yesterday. Stitches are looking good and now that the grogginess has worn off, she's showing no sign of even knowing the incision's there. Three cats done, one to go!
I shut the cats in the bedroom if I have to go out without the dogs. I trust my dogs absolutely not to harm my cats deliberately, but Spike is excitable and annoying, Squish is guardy and jealous, they're both a lot bigger than cats and I don't trust Murphy's Law. So they're only all together when I'm there to supervise.
So when Mum comes to pick me up, of course there's always one cat that hides under the couch. Spike goes all herdy and pins cat under couch, Squish gets all incensed because OMG YOU CANNOT COME NEAR MY COUCH, cat (Hamish on this occasion) gets freaked by all the dog commotion and won't come out from under the couch until I take the sofa cushion off and poke cat in the backside. Cat shoots into kitchen and I have to intercept him swiftly before the now thoroughly overexcited dogs drive him back under the couch. So of course I didn't notice Squish's bone falling off the couch (where it wasn't allowed to be in the first place) and I step on it, barefoot and with all my considerable weight. OW OW OW FUCKING OW. The sole of my foot is one great big magenta-and-indigo bruise, with a hole in the middle where the bone had a pointy bit, and now I'm limping on my other leg. Not. Happy.
Mum and I cheered ourselves up by shopping on Holdenhurst Road where the little foreign food shops are. Bought spare rib sauce and char sui sauce and prawn crackers and a litre bottle of light soy at the Asian food shop, and a big garlicky phallic kielbasa at the Eastern European food shop. I wish to hell we had some fun shops like that round here.
Saffron cat got spayed yesterday. Stitches are looking good and now that the grogginess has worn off, she's showing no sign of even knowing the incision's there. Three cats done, one to go!