Taking my finger off the self-destruct button

chevalier

Hi Word

I am struggling a bit at the moment. My dad is very sick in the UK. He is in intensive care and slowly slipping away:(.

I have been back to see him, but am back in new zealand now. Ho hum.
chev

Wordsmith

moo2moo wrote: »

Still I'd rather get a urine sample from a dog than give a cat tablets any day.

... or medicine to a chicken ...

Wordsmith

chevalier wrote: »

I am struggling a bit at the moment. My dad is very sick in the UK. He is in intensive care and slowly slipping away:(.

Ah, Chev. I'm so sorry. It must be doubly, triply hard for you being so far away. Thank God you did get back to see him. Love to you.

lionheartedgirl

hurrah I have found you! I had been wondering for ages where your diary had disappeared to, figured you hadn't posted in a while, and I come back and find it's all be going on! So sorry for not stopping by sooner especially as you are such a valued contributor on mine!

Had to laugh at MrP!!! I nearly put something with 'MrP' on my FB status the other day, then realised it's only folks on here that know him as that so no-one else would have got it! :rotfl:

It sounds like you have come a long way and have found positives that you didn't know were there, which is great.

I am a bit on the antisocial side too, in that when I get home mostly I love being at home and on my own is fine, most of the time. But as an extrovert I need to be around other people fairly regularly and it's knowing that should I want to be sociable, there isn't much option around at the moment. If you enjoy things as you are, and have people you can call on should you want/need, then I think that's great

I love the thought of your little family going for a walk, cats too! How good's that!

My dog is good at taking medicine, he eats most things and has gobbled down his antibiotics this week - the chewable variety so haven't even needed to give him some bread with them. He amazes me. Anything remotely capsule related is screwed in a ball of bread and down the hatch it goes - sounds straightforward but we have had some dogs before that would chew the bread and neatly spit out the medicine :rotfl:

I have done the jamjar thing too :eek: not too bad with my dog, he is big so there is a LOT of wee and plenty of opportunity to get a pot under. I'm sure he wonders what on earth you are doing but carries right on

Just a thought Wordsmith - would you be able to schedule in a week off maybe? Sounds like you are rather battered by the weight of the world at the moment. I know holidays and self-employed don't really go together, but it's worth a thought maybe? Just a couple of days even?

PS chev I am so very sorry to hear about your dad but glad you have been able to get back to see him. Lots of love to you all.

Wordsmith

Hello there, LHG! Thanks for calling by.

I have called in to confess. You'd think, after the fright I got with the mouse poison, I'd have kept an eye firmly on the tart. Well, she was locked in the office with me and one of the domestic goddesses offered to take her outside. One minute later, "Wordsmith! I think the dog's picked up some poison!" We all, including a couple of customers, flew into get-the-dog-to-vomit mode and shoved washing-up liquid, salty water, and large lumps of ham down her throat. She did throw up (who wouldn't after than onslaught! - I think by then we all wanted to), but I decided to take her to a vet anyway. I had to ring five vets - five! - before I found one that would be there at some point today and then not until this afternoon. One receptionist, at a practice about 25 mins away, after I had told her what was wrong, asked where I lived and said, "Ah, you won't want to be bringing a dog all that way." Eh? Eh?

Anyway, one trip to the vet, two injections, a packet of tablets and €40 later, we think all is going to be OK. The tart is now not going to be allowed anywhere without being firmly attached to me by a lead.

And that job I should have started first thing this morning and work on all day and half the night to get back tomorrow morning, is still sitting in my inbox unopened! So I've had a fortifying cup of tea and a medicinal tiffin square made by one of the domestic goddesses and am about to crack on.

Wordsmith

The mutt is fine and dandy today - no thanks to me. She is now not allowed out of my sight, not even in the care of anyone else.

Landlady's dog came for a walk with us today. The tart went off chasing smells over the field and Charlie followed. I walked on, knowing it was difficult for them to get out of that field and so they would have to go the long way to get back to me (extra running = extra sleeping it off). When I called to them, my girl went racing up the field away from me (she can be quite bright occasionally and she's learnt that she has to go that way to get out). Charlie was running as fast as he could behind her, but his little legs were no match for the tart's long and slender ones. He stopped half-way up the hill because he could see me over the hedge and he looked very confused, but he soldiered on and was only just out of the field by the time herself had caught up with me. He then came careering down the lane, caught sight of Brian a bit too late and slammed on the brakes. His feet stopped, but the rest of his body didn't so he was propelled forward to land in a heap conveniently within a paw's length from Brian, who took the happy opportunity to box him on the nose.

Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. I am not going to dwell on it. I am just going to move forward trying to make today better. Had an early start as I was still trying to finish off the job I had. I've got as far as I need to at this point, and now have to start on the next phase.

This afternoon I have to go to a breast-check appointment. Yes, I've reached that age where they try to pre-empt my body falling apart. I am somewhat concerned about this appointment, as in the handy leaflet I was sent, which makes me feel a bit weak at the knees reading it, there is a picture of a breast being flattened between two plates of metal. Now, I don't have much of a bosom and I am wondering how they are going to clamp me in, let alone squash me up.

I'd best get on with some work. I have a lot to do today.

poorbutrich

Wordsmith, you are too funny and I hope you are writing a book about your life!
Hope the dog is ok and good luck for the breast check today. Not pleasant I understand but worth it...

Wordsmith

They found something to clamp and squash .. and squash ... and squash.

Horace

Thanks for making me laugh - it is just what I needed...today it has been like trying to make a silk purse out of a pig's ear (impossible).

Chev sorry to hear about your dad and I am pleased that did you did manage to come back from New Zealand to see him.

I hate it when parents get old, my dad fell in the bedroom in the week and steadfastly refuses to go and get his arm checked out (apparently it is numb), I tried my best but nothing would get him to shift and I admit that I gave up in the end because I knew that he would become moody and take it out on mum. Mum is now self medicating because she doesnt like the pills the GP has given her so she has weaned herself off some and chucked others in the bin - her GP won't listen and treats mum like the village idiot (mum discovered that the cocktail of pills she had been given cause side effects plus they shouldn't be mixed with one another..aren't GP's trained any more?).

I must admit that I like my own company although I do try and have some form of social life - I have promised myself that I will go out for a drink on Friday night with some friends from the meetup group. I must admit that when it comes to other chums (folks I have known for years and years) then it seems to be me always doing the ringing so I have stopped and guess what I haven't seen signt nor sound of them since. It is a real bugbear of mine.

I was supposed to go camping over the bank holiday but there was so much indecision on the part of the organiser I decided that it was easier not to go. I spent part of that weekend buying tomato plants and planting up tubs on my balcony. This Saturday, I also did some housework..blimey. I have tons to do but have at least shifted some stuff from my office (2 bin bags of rubbish taken out) and shifted some stuff from the living room (1 bag of old papers dumped).

Wordsmith

Did a bit more on my sister's web site yesterday, so I left a bit later than intended. No change there, then. Charlie came over to visit as soon as I pulled in the drive, so I let him and the tart run around and give each other a bit of exercise, while I nodded off on my feet. The temptation when I got in to have cheese on toast was huge, but ... but, but, but (a good but so I'm making the most of it) I made a proper meal - wholewheat pasta with a sauce made of onion, mushroom, red pepper, tinned tomatoes and sweetcorn, with a sprinkling of parmesan, and a glass of white to go with it. 'Licious it was. Crawled off the sofa and into bed shortly afterwards though. I got woken in the early hours by Brian and his mum having a spat. Ta, chaps.

Just the mutt and Brian on the walk this morning - on the way, that is. We lost Brian somewhere on the way back. He was probably hanging back to see if MrP's was open and sausage on the menu.

In the post this morning was a card from a friend in the UK. "Haven't heard from you for some time. Is everything OK? Hope the card brings back some happy memories." It was a card of Bath, where we both used to live. Isn't that lovely? He's been a wonderful friend to me for about 20 years. He's been over to Ireland to see me, he came to both my parents' funerals, I've stayed with him and his partner, he always makes the effort to stay in touch. He doesn't deserve such shabby treatment from me. I will write back, or phone, or something.

Moneywise, nothing in particular has happened. Had an extra car journey yesterday to go in for the breast check, and paid the electricity bill on Monday. Other than that, it's all quiet. The house sale seems to be dragging on forever.