I swear I need a padded body suit (cats *are* in this post)

Victor Martinez wrote:
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Thank you, {{{{{{{{{Victor}}}}}}}}}}}} Those hugs feel great!

Ginger-lyn

Charleen Welton wrote:
Tender hugs around your tender parts G-L and lots of comforting purrs.
Charleen
Aggie Marble
Victor Velcro
Tiger and Tigger
Lady Jane


Thank you, Charleen and crew; I really appreciate it.

Ginger-lyn

wrote:
On Mar 6, 12:27 pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:

And all it was is that, since he is a very old cat, his skin is very
thin, so I accidentally poked through a surface vein, and it bled. The
bleeding, mixed with the fluids, made it look much worse than it was.
And it's apparently something that may happen a lot. At least I will
know what it is.

They should have warned you that might happen. Then again they (the
experts) rarely do, Many years ago when I first started to wear
contact lenses and I was breaking them in I confess I wore them maybe
an hour more than I was scheduled to. I woke up at 2am that morning
with painful eyes and blurred vision and had a horrible night
convinced I was going blind before I was able to contact my optician
who told me the overwearing had scratched my cornea. If they had told
me this might happen 1. I would have had a lot less panicky night and
2. I would have been more careful

Ouch! That's scary. When I was first wearing contacts, like an idiot,
I fell asleep with them in. And couldn't get my eyes open when I woke
up! My mother had to run me down to the opthamalogist,me all the while
making very slow progress in getting my eyes open. It was frightening.

And yeah, I wish they'd told me this was common in older cats.

She found someone. The first thing he said when he looked at my ankle
was "oh, my! Oh, my!" That's a little scary when you hear that from a
doctor.

It is I once had a dentist look at a broken filling and say "Oh my
God! That's a big one!"...I very nearly ran for it!

Hehe -- I probably would have run, given my fear of dentists!

So, we're gonna say it's Jack's fault (isn't
everything?).

Nah it's all Bill's fault. We have a guy who drinks in our local
called Bill (Some of you might remember the guy who adopted Molly then
wouldn't keep her after one day because she was crying and hiding
under the sofa- Molly being an 8-week old kitten at the time, after
another adoption that didn't go too well she ended up with Jim the
Gardener where she is spoilt rotten by a slave who knows his place)
and for some reason whenever anything goes wrong we always says "It's
Bill's fault"

Awwww -- I'm glad Molly found a good home.

Take care of the ankle, try to keep it up as much as you can, some
people suggest putting a bag of frozen peas around it to reduce the
pain and swelling. I have been told (and used it with good result)
frozen sweetcorn works better

I had to throw my frozen peas (and everything else in the freezer and
fridge) out after Hurricane Ike decided to bop on up to Ohio and cause
horrible windstorms that knocked out the power. I had no electricity
for eight days. I'm still mad about that, and think I should bill the
electric company for all that food, all the candles I had to burn, and
the eight days without power.

Once again you're in the wars- did you shoot an albatross in this or a
previous lifetime or something?

I am really starting to wonder, I tell ya. I think I was a male writer
last time around, but who knows about all of the lifetimes I, again like
an idiot, keep coming back to experience.

Okay after an encounter with the mad bank woman (long story) I am
trying to have an economy drive so I have saved a few quid this week
so I'm sending something to replace the bag of food the mice got at,
cover a cab for your next vet visit. buy yourself something to cheer
yourself up with (It might buy a nice wine but at the moment with your
ankle I wouldn't advise doing anything that might make you unsteady on
your feet although by all accounts walking is risky! :-) ) or whatever
you need it for it's as usual not as much as I'd like to be able to
spare but I hope it helps

{{{{{{Lesley}}}}}} You are a sweetheart. Thank you so much! It's a
really tight time right now, so I probably can't do anything for me, but
the kitties will be taken care of. Besides, I found Marge Piercy's
"Sleeping With Cats" for 1.50 at the bookstore, so I have something
delightful to read as soon as I finish the 11th book of Robert Jordan's
"Wheel of Time" series.

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Ginger-lyn
trying hard not to be pathetic

Charleen Welton wrote:
Tender hugs around your tender parts G-L and lots of comforting purrs.
Charleen
Aggie Marble
Victor Velcro
Tiger and Tigger
Lady Jane


"Ginger-lyn" wrote in message
...
The saga of Internet's problems is continuing. His butt went back to
normal, so I no longer have to do *that* duty (thank heavens!). I went
ahead and agreed to have him tested for hyperthyroidism, since the vet
felt nodules on his thyroid glands. Tests came back in the gray area, but
he's on Tapazole to see if that will improve anything. Oddly, he doesn't
seem to mind taking that one too much -- maybe it doesn't taste that bad,
or maybe it's because he is getting such a low dose he can't dribble it
out -- lol! He also picked up the URI going around the entire household,
so he's on antibiotics as well. So now I am giving Internet

Tapazole
Antibiotics
Prednisolone (for asthma)
sub-Q fluids

After all that, I'm *tired*. But he is my ancient grandfather Zen cat
baby, and he still has a lot of life in him. Just hold up a piece of
cheese in front of him, and he'll turn into a kitten.

So here I am, finally getting confident with giving Nettie his fluids. And
I notice he is *bleeding*. OMG, I think, did I accidentally pierce some
body part? I am terrified and call the secondary vet who has been primary
for Internet. They sound alarmed and tell me to bring him in as fast as I
can get there. Well, with two buses, that's not very fast, but I did the
best I could. The vet tech checked him, and then conferred by phone with
Dr. Dan, who agreed with her assessment.

And all it was is that, since he is a very old cat, his skin is very thin,
so I accidentally poked through a surface vein, and it bled. The
bleeding, mixed with the fluids, made it look much worse than it was. And
it's apparently something that may happen a lot. At least I will know
what it is.

So I have a very full day planned, including picking up a check in my PO
box (was asked to do a mini-psychic fair a couple weeks ago; had to put
nearly *all* of what I made into my bank account for the rent, and *still
it wasn't enough. Sigh.) I was at a bus stop, thinking I would go on to
the next thing and then come back to the Post Office. Then, I figured if
I hurried a little, I could probably get the check, *and* the bus, both.
So I crossed the street and realized there is a mini-park there, where you
just can't cut through. Realized it too late, so I started going down the
steps to head toward the sidewalk when . . .

you guessed it. BAM BOOM SCREAM I did it again. I don't know what
happened, other than I probably missed a step somehow. I went down hard
on my right ankle. Internet ended up -- well, end up -- in the carrier,
but seemed to be all right, if a bit quizzical. The guys at the bus stop
asked me if I wanted a medic called. I limped back across to the bus
stop, screaming with every step, and said "yes, please". I asked if
anyone could *please* run across and get my mail from the PO Box. Since
they were all afraid of missing the bus, no one would. Cowards.

The paramedics guess was a severe strain/sprain. I didn't know what it
was, but I was hobbling badly and screaming at nearly every step on that
side.

Just as the paramedics left, the bus pulled up, so I went home to at least
let Internet out of his carrier (sure he was happy about that!)

I called my mother-in-law to see if she could help me with the rest, but
she'd loaned her car out for the day. So I had to do everything myself,
and went hobbling around to the Post Office and the bank and to my
psychologist (and boy, did I need *her* about then!). My psychologist
this day happened to be in her office at my medical clinic. So she went
down after our appointment to talk to someone about squeezing me in.

She found someone. The first thing he said when he looked at my ankle was
"oh, my! Oh, my!" That's a little scary when you hear that from a
doctor. My immediate reaction was full of expletives. My ankle was
swollen nearly *four* times the other (normal) one! It looked like there
was an orange attached to my foot.

He thought it was a very bad sprain, but gave me the orders for x-rays,
which I had yesterday. Still don't know the results, but at least the
swelling is going down. As long as I stay off my feet (hah, right! With
10 cats?) and don't bend it any of the ways it hurts (which is most ways
you can bend a foot), I'm okay for now. Just hopped up on pain meds and
wondering how I am going to make it through this next week.

I'd say it's all Internet's fault, but nothing is ever Internet's fault.
He's my Beautiful Golden Shining One, as I call him, and the most loving
cat I've ever had. So, we're gonna say it's Jack's fault (isn't
everything?).

Ginger-lyn

PS We have mieces in here somewhere. Found a bag of cat food I'd left in
my clothes closet and forgot about; it was chewed open on two sides. I
tossed it out, but the cats have been going nuts every since. We have
*hungry* mieces, so they are trying to find food, and the cats are trying
to find them. Which they will. My only prayer is "Please don't drop one
on my bed, please don't drop one on my bed . . . ")


Are you sure it was mice that got into the cat food? When I was feeding
the 13 ferals a long time ago. I stored three forty pound bags of cat
food on the front patio. The cats tore an opening in two of the bags
and came regularly to feed. MLB

"Ginger-lyn"
Joy wrote:


Wow! Sounds like you need a hug!

((((((((Ginger-lyn)))))))

Joy

Oh, boy, you have no idea! ty, {{{{{{{{{Joy}}}}}}}}}


Ginger-lyn, you sure have had your share of mishaps.
Will you accept a hug from me?
((((((((((Ginger-lyn))))))))
Love and purrs
Kyla

On Mar 7, 2:05*pm, Ginger-lyn wrote:
*

It is I once had a dentist look at a broken filling and say "Oh my
God! That's a big one!"...I very nearly ran for it!

Hehe -- I probably would have run, given my fear of dentists!

I am not scared of them (was when I was younger but cured by having to
have such extensive dental work in my 20's that I had to go for 3
hours every fortnight for nearly a year not that I would recommend
that as a cure) but at that moment I probably was!
. *I had no electricity
for eight days. *I'm still mad about that, and think I should bill the
electric company for all that food, all the candles I had to burn, and
the eight days without power.

I think you should



I am really starting to wonder, I tell ya. *I think I was a male writer
last time around,

With your current run of luck I'm rather afraid to wonder who you
were!



{{{{{{Lesley}}}}}} You are a sweetheart. *Thank you so much! *It's a
really tight time right now, so I probably can't do anything for me, but
the kitties will be taken care of.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{Ginger-Lyn back}}}}}}}}}}}}- I wish I could do more then
again I'd like to be so rich I could straighten you up (financially
anyway) and look after all my friends as well as buying a huge house
with loads of grounds and starting my own shelter (You just know I'd
keep most of them don't you? It's the reason my support for my local
shelter is donations and tins of food- they used to have a very
effective scheme where they''d stand outside "Iceland's" pointing out
they would be equally happy if instead of money you put an extra can
in your shopping for them after all they'd only be spending the money
on cat food so cut out the middleman. when "Iceland's" had a buy one
get one free on cat food they once filled their van 4 times over in
one afternoon! Anyway I admire anyone who can work in a shelter I'd
just be heartbroken that I couldn't take them all home!)

Better keep doing the lottery

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs