Comfort at Home

My girls always seem to know when I’m not doing well. Recently, I had a really rocky visit with the surgeon. He did warn me that he was going to inject my hand three times with what he called a “mean” shot.

That certainly gave me a pause to stop and consider. I asked him to please let me go to my happy place first, but he was too impatient and I didn’t quite get there before he injected me.

 

I heard a woman screaming in what I thought was the background. I didn’t realize until after he was finished, that woman was me. I remember thinking that this woman was clearly in a lot of pain and I felt sorry for her. I’m not sure what I did to the MA’s hand who was holding mine. But I’m sure I must’ve mashed it pretty bad.

The surgeon explained to me that the reason that it was more painful than usual is because my nerves are still disconnected, they are still inflamed, pretty angry and out of sorts. Further, he explained that the majority of people suffering the complications that I have been dealing with since the surgery. 50% of them will recover fully. However, we will not know for several months if that’s happening.

For now, they want to see me for the next four months. Thankfully, this time they don’t want to see me every week. This time the visits have slowed down to every two weeks.

 

I am hoping these three injections will work. The pain was so intense. It honestly felt like they were flames coming out my fingertips. When I got home, the girls couldn’t climb on me fast enough. You can’t see Kota, but he is lying beside me on the floor. It was a difficult day. They all brought me such comfort the minute I walked through the door.

A Future for Salem

Salem has had all her drains removed, plus all of her stitches. She was supposed to wear the cone for another additional three days, but it appears she had her own idea about that. She removed it in the middle of the night and I don’t know where she put it, but I cannot find it. I suspect she put it under the sofa bed. There’s no way I’m going to move that just to find her cone

The plan going forward, although she has been semi feral in the yard for 15 years, is to introduce her to the other kittens in time. I am hoping she will be happy to spend the rest of her life indoors. 

What brings me hope - she doesn’t seem to be wanting out. No screaming at the door, no interest even in going out in the catio - not even when her old friend stopped by to say hi on the outside of the cage. Tomorrow, I plan on going in to the cat room and cleaning it out and getting rid of all the medical supplies and stuff stored in there. I’m sure if she could she would say “Good riddance!”

I just spent the better part of four hours cleaning out the cat enclosure. Just the main one. I’m only tackling one at a time. It has been quite a while since I have been in there. Now it looks nice and presentable. I know it won’t last. I am sore as heck, but I got it done. 

If someone would like to send us some dry cat food. We would sure appreciate it. We are feeding Cat Chow-Purina Indoors as well as Friskies seafood mixture. I had another emergency with my pump in my well. There was not a cost I was expecting. I went three days without water (again) my neighbor was kind enough to throw his hose over the fence. But I still had to haul water in the house in buckets. I did it carefully as I could. But I had no choice. It had to be done.