Two days after my trip to A&E and I can finally walk again - albeit with a walking stick borrowed from Nick and only for short distances. Still, it's a great improvement, a sign that I'm not going to be consigned to the sofa forever and freedom from said sofa. Sunday and Monday I was pretty much stuck there, apart from when I had to feed the cats or go to the bathroom, and apart from the Chromebook the only things I had to entertain myself with were my crochet and daytime TV.
Crochetwise, I made five more hexapuffs for the ongoing Beekeeper's Quilt project I'm working on, and made plans for some more things I'm going to be working on when I can. The rest of the time, I was reminded why I don't watch very much TV any more normally.
I think we have over 100 channels on our cable package, and yet I think I only watch about 5 of them. Two crime channels - Investigation Discovery and the Crime and Investigation channel - Challenge TV (home of old gameshows, strange foreign gameshows and TNA wrestling), Living TV (mainly for the episodes of Jerry Springer and Maury), CBS Reality (for Judge Judy and Jerry Springer) and the Horror Channel (for, obviously, horror movies). Oh, and ITV2, home of the Jeremy Kyle show.
Nick believes that Jeremy Kyle is Satan, or at least some sort of demon sent from the pit. He doesn't like Kyle's moralizing, his regular anti-benefits rants (maybe about once in a blue moon can we actually agree on what he says, like earlier today when he went off on someone who tried to argue that he didn't need to provide for his children because their mother was on benefits), the guests on his show... Basically, he doesn't like the show. And if I'm completely honest, I'm not too sure why I watch it so regularly, except for the entertainment factor. A judge once described it as "human bear-baiting" but I'd disagree with that, because with bear-baiting the bears are forced into performing and don't know what's going on, while the guests on the show are (theoretically) fully aware of what they're getting into and have volunteered to come on the show. Plus bear-baiting is cruel.
But I think I'm temporarily full up on Jeremy Kyle, after two days' worth of him and Maury Povich keeping the DNA testing agencies in business. Instead today I'm going to use my new-found freedom to watch Law and Order: SVU on the computer and work on the lap-blanket.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Eyes and Feet
It's been an interesting few days.
Friday I had an eye test. One of the things they have to do when you get diagnosed with Diabetes is get an eye test to check for diabetic retinopathy. This is when high blood sugar levels damage the cells of the eye, and can lead to blindness. They check for this by taking photographs of the back of the eye, with the help of eye drops that dilate the pupil and some very bright lights when taking the photograph, both of which leave you with very blurred vision for a couple of hours afterwards and a need to wear dark glasses till your eyes recover.
My eyes were fine for diabetic retinopathy, of course, but I am slightly short-sighted and have astigmatism of my eyeballs - basically my eyeballs are short and more rugby ball-shaped instead or sphere-shaped like they should be. So I now have glasses for distance work and whenever I'm using the computer or doing fine detail work for a long period of time. It's slightly odd because last time I had an eye test (which was admittedly about 12 years ago) I had one short-sighted eye and one long-sighted eye. Apparently since then the long-sighted eye has fixed itself a bit to enthusiastically as now both eyes are short-sighted.
Saturday morning I went to the gym again. I went by bus this time to save money, and while I learned the routes I had to walk a fair bit further than I'd planned as the bus driver on the way there dropped me off at the wrong stop. But hey, an extra 15 minutes walking each way isn't going to do me any harm, is it? Once at the gym, I worked on the treadmill, some of the resistance machines and the stationary bike - and it was on the latter that I started to have a problem. The soles of my feet started to hurt as I was cycling. I recognised the pain (or at least I thought I did at first) as the return of my old enemy plantar fasciitis, which I've suffered from on and off since I was six years old. So I didn't think too much of it, even when it hurt so badly that I could barely walk to the bus stop when I was done.
Except that several hours after I'd gotten home, the pain in my left foot hadn't gone away, and painkillers had done nothing to touch the pain. (For the record, the pain was at about an 8 on this pain scale, occasionally going up to a 9.) The pain in my right foot had gone away after about an hour, which made it even more noticible. So I started to get worried. And by Sunday morning, both Nick and I were quite worried indeed, as the pain was so bad that I couldn't sleep and even Nick's codeine painkillers weren't touching the pain. Concerned that I'd managed to give myself a stress fracture of the foot, we headed off to the A&E department.
An hour and a half and an x-ray later and they were reasonably sure I hadn't broken my foot, and it was in fact just a really bad case of plantar fasciitis. One that still requires me to be off my feet for the next few days, and that I actually have permission to take double the normal amount of painkillers for until it eases up. Which leads me to now, lying on the sofa with the Chromebook and spending my time crocheting and watching the Investigation Discovery channel on TV. The pain is still there, wobbling between 6 and 8 on the scale, but the increased painkiller amounts do dull things enough that I can sleep when I've taken them. And Nick is in the unusual position of having to do and fetch things for me for once, which isn't much easier for him but it's not like we can train the cats to do it.
Oh, and I probably won't be going to the gym for a few days either.
Friday I had an eye test. One of the things they have to do when you get diagnosed with Diabetes is get an eye test to check for diabetic retinopathy. This is when high blood sugar levels damage the cells of the eye, and can lead to blindness. They check for this by taking photographs of the back of the eye, with the help of eye drops that dilate the pupil and some very bright lights when taking the photograph, both of which leave you with very blurred vision for a couple of hours afterwards and a need to wear dark glasses till your eyes recover.
My eyes were fine for diabetic retinopathy, of course, but I am slightly short-sighted and have astigmatism of my eyeballs - basically my eyeballs are short and more rugby ball-shaped instead or sphere-shaped like they should be. So I now have glasses for distance work and whenever I'm using the computer or doing fine detail work for a long period of time. It's slightly odd because last time I had an eye test (which was admittedly about 12 years ago) I had one short-sighted eye and one long-sighted eye. Apparently since then the long-sighted eye has fixed itself a bit to enthusiastically as now both eyes are short-sighted.
Saturday morning I went to the gym again. I went by bus this time to save money, and while I learned the routes I had to walk a fair bit further than I'd planned as the bus driver on the way there dropped me off at the wrong stop. But hey, an extra 15 minutes walking each way isn't going to do me any harm, is it? Once at the gym, I worked on the treadmill, some of the resistance machines and the stationary bike - and it was on the latter that I started to have a problem. The soles of my feet started to hurt as I was cycling. I recognised the pain (or at least I thought I did at first) as the return of my old enemy plantar fasciitis, which I've suffered from on and off since I was six years old. So I didn't think too much of it, even when it hurt so badly that I could barely walk to the bus stop when I was done.
Except that several hours after I'd gotten home, the pain in my left foot hadn't gone away, and painkillers had done nothing to touch the pain. (For the record, the pain was at about an 8 on this pain scale, occasionally going up to a 9.) The pain in my right foot had gone away after about an hour, which made it even more noticible. So I started to get worried. And by Sunday morning, both Nick and I were quite worried indeed, as the pain was so bad that I couldn't sleep and even Nick's codeine painkillers weren't touching the pain. Concerned that I'd managed to give myself a stress fracture of the foot, we headed off to the A&E department.
An hour and a half and an x-ray later and they were reasonably sure I hadn't broken my foot, and it was in fact just a really bad case of plantar fasciitis. One that still requires me to be off my feet for the next few days, and that I actually have permission to take double the normal amount of painkillers for until it eases up. Which leads me to now, lying on the sofa with the Chromebook and spending my time crocheting and watching the Investigation Discovery channel on TV. The pain is still there, wobbling between 6 and 8 on the scale, but the increased painkiller amounts do dull things enough that I can sleep when I've taken them. And Nick is in the unusual position of having to do and fetch things for me for once, which isn't much easier for him but it's not like we can train the cats to do it.
Oh, and I probably won't be going to the gym for a few days either.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Fun With Yarn
I've been getting back into my crafting over the last few days (especially the last two, while I've been recovering from my first gym session...). Our house is practically overflowing with various balls of yarn, packs that I've picked up at a "bargain" because I was certain I'd be able to come up with something to do with them and random single balls that I bought because I wanted to try something out or they were left over for something, and of course with the yarn comes the half-finished projects. It drives Nick crazy, but then again, most of the space that's not taken up with my stuff is taken up with his Warhammer (Fantasy and 40K) models, paints and suchlike, so I'm pretty sure it balances out.
But I've decided to take a more pro-active approach to my crochet and knitting now, and so I'm trying to set myself a few new rules. The most important of which is that I'm only allowed a maximum of four projects active at any one time - two "short-term" and two "long-term". And connected to that, I'm not allowed to buy more yarn unless I've finished a project (or it's an essential part of a long-term project).
So with that in mind, this is what I'm working on at the moment:
- Star Lap Blanket. I started this last week while looking for something to do with my hands while Nick and I were marathoning through a TV series. Nick likes to just sit and watch stuff for hours, and while I like watching things with him, I find it a lot more difficult to do so and so I tend to pick up something to knit or crochet while it's going on. In this case my eyes came to rest on some random balls of cotton-mix yarn that I'd had for a while but didn't have anything specific in mind for them, and I remembered a blanket pattern that I'd seen in a recent crochet magazine that I'd liked.
This photo was actually taken a couple of days ago; it's grown a bit since then and I'm hoping to have it finished by early next week. I also know that it's going to be a comfortable blanket, as whenever I put it down one of the cats immediately settles on it and goes to sleep (not pictured: Cracker waiting patiently for her chance on the blanket).
- Doctor Who Scarf. No photo for this yet, as I'm not very far into it at all. Nick asked for this - well, he's wanted me to make him a scarf for a while, and when I found a site (Doctor Who Scarf.com) that had patterns for the Tom Baker scarves I pretty much knew I had to make one for him. He did get me my Chromebook, after all, which buys him so many boyfriend points. I also let him choose the colours, so his scarf is going to be dark/bottle green, grey and black. So like the Doctor if he got sorted into Slytherin.
- Beekeeper's Quilt. This is one of my "long-term" projects, because I can't see myself getting this one completed any time soon. I saw it on Ravelry a while back and thought it was beautiful, but having to do it on dpns put me off, because I've never worked with them before. Yesterday though I decided that I should at least try to learn how to knit with dpns and so took the plunge.
...I still haven't managed to get it right yet. Thankfully for the meantime, there's also a crochet version that uses front post crochet - which coincidentally I've also never tried before - and so I've at least managed to learn one new skill today.
This is my first hexapuff, done in crochet. Surprisingly easy to do, once I'd gotten the front post crochet down. One down, a couple of hundred to go...
But I've decided to take a more pro-active approach to my crochet and knitting now, and so I'm trying to set myself a few new rules. The most important of which is that I'm only allowed a maximum of four projects active at any one time - two "short-term" and two "long-term". And connected to that, I'm not allowed to buy more yarn unless I've finished a project (or it's an essential part of a long-term project).
So with that in mind, this is what I'm working on at the moment:
- Star Lap Blanket. I started this last week while looking for something to do with my hands while Nick and I were marathoning through a TV series. Nick likes to just sit and watch stuff for hours, and while I like watching things with him, I find it a lot more difficult to do so and so I tend to pick up something to knit or crochet while it's going on. In this case my eyes came to rest on some random balls of cotton-mix yarn that I'd had for a while but didn't have anything specific in mind for them, and I remembered a blanket pattern that I'd seen in a recent crochet magazine that I'd liked.
- Doctor Who Scarf. No photo for this yet, as I'm not very far into it at all. Nick asked for this - well, he's wanted me to make him a scarf for a while, and when I found a site (Doctor Who Scarf.com) that had patterns for the Tom Baker scarves I pretty much knew I had to make one for him. He did get me my Chromebook, after all, which buys him so many boyfriend points. I also let him choose the colours, so his scarf is going to be dark/bottle green, grey and black. So like the Doctor if he got sorted into Slytherin.
- Beekeeper's Quilt. This is one of my "long-term" projects, because I can't see myself getting this one completed any time soon. I saw it on Ravelry a while back and thought it was beautiful, but having to do it on dpns put me off, because I've never worked with them before. Yesterday though I decided that I should at least try to learn how to knit with dpns and so took the plunge.
...I still haven't managed to get it right yet. Thankfully for the meantime, there's also a crochet version that uses front post crochet - which coincidentally I've also never tried before - and so I've at least managed to learn one new skill today.
This is my first hexapuff, done in crochet. Surprisingly easy to do, once I'd gotten the front post crochet down. One down, a couple of hundred to go...
Monday, March 4, 2013
Getting in shape
I had my first trip to the gym today. Going to the gym was one of those things that I'd wanted to do for a while, and even made some vague plans to do so that never really went anywhere. There were always reasons to not go through with it, not the least of which was never really having the time for a regular schedule or anything like that with Nick's disabilities. Not to mention my own lack of self-esteem and shyness that meant I was uncomfortable going to a small gym. Also nearly every gym I looked at seemed to have "circuits" to use the equipment, so that you spent only a few minutes on each one. I didn't really like that, because what if I just wanted to stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes one session?
Then I got diagnosed with diabetes, and it became considerably more important for me to lose weight, and so I found and signed up for Pure Gym. Pure Gym is a chain that has a specific hook that got my attention - they're open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If you want to turn up for a gym session at 2am, you can do so, and I liked that idea because I can never guarantee when I'll be free to go for a session. The monthly fee was also remarkably cheap for a gym, and so I figured that between the money I'd be saving with not eating as much junk food and some of the royalties from the writing, I could afford to give it a try at least. There was a bit of a delay at first as they required me to get cleared by my doctor before I could start exercising there, but I got that sorted on Friday and promptly booked my induction session after that.
The gym is very nice - large and clean and airy, with more than enough machines for people, even during busy times (which I ended up seeing some of, with people coming in after work). Treadmills and exercise bikes (and Spin bikes which do... something that you can do in classes, I'm not sure what yet but I know the classes get booked up very quickly), rowing machines, cross trainers, a whole load of resistance machines, a weights room, and a lot of extra equipment people can use when working out. Kettle bells and Swiss balls and stuff like that. There's also showers for people to use after their sessions (not to self: remember to bring shower stuff next time). So all in all it's pretty damn good.
So after my induction (basically getting shown round the gym, seeing the machines and getting a 30-second tutorial on how each one worked) I stayed and did my first workout. 20 minutes on the treadmill at a walk (I'll have to slowly increase the speeds there till I find the best one for me), 15 minutes on two exercise bikes (the first one I tried was a bit too tall for me), and one minute on a cross trainer. I didn't like the cross trainer. I kept feeling like I was about to fall backwards on it and that was a pretty distracting and uncomfortable feeling. I also tried a couple of the resistance machines on the lowest weight sessions (10lbs) and they were pretty easy, easier than I'd expected so once I figure out what I need to work on I'll do more of them as well.
Now I'm home of course the post-exercise exhaustion has hit and I expect tomorrow I'll be reminded of all sorts of muscles I'd forgotten I had, but al in all it was a successful afternoon. My plan is to go to the gym at least twice a week, so I'll probably be visiting again on Wednesday or Thursday, and so the only other thing to do is to look into bus routes to the place, as right now getting a taxi there and back is stupidly expensive...
Then I got diagnosed with diabetes, and it became considerably more important for me to lose weight, and so I found and signed up for Pure Gym. Pure Gym is a chain that has a specific hook that got my attention - they're open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If you want to turn up for a gym session at 2am, you can do so, and I liked that idea because I can never guarantee when I'll be free to go for a session. The monthly fee was also remarkably cheap for a gym, and so I figured that between the money I'd be saving with not eating as much junk food and some of the royalties from the writing, I could afford to give it a try at least. There was a bit of a delay at first as they required me to get cleared by my doctor before I could start exercising there, but I got that sorted on Friday and promptly booked my induction session after that.
The gym is very nice - large and clean and airy, with more than enough machines for people, even during busy times (which I ended up seeing some of, with people coming in after work). Treadmills and exercise bikes (and Spin bikes which do... something that you can do in classes, I'm not sure what yet but I know the classes get booked up very quickly), rowing machines, cross trainers, a whole load of resistance machines, a weights room, and a lot of extra equipment people can use when working out. Kettle bells and Swiss balls and stuff like that. There's also showers for people to use after their sessions (not to self: remember to bring shower stuff next time). So all in all it's pretty damn good.
So after my induction (basically getting shown round the gym, seeing the machines and getting a 30-second tutorial on how each one worked) I stayed and did my first workout. 20 minutes on the treadmill at a walk (I'll have to slowly increase the speeds there till I find the best one for me), 15 minutes on two exercise bikes (the first one I tried was a bit too tall for me), and one minute on a cross trainer. I didn't like the cross trainer. I kept feeling like I was about to fall backwards on it and that was a pretty distracting and uncomfortable feeling. I also tried a couple of the resistance machines on the lowest weight sessions (10lbs) and they were pretty easy, easier than I'd expected so once I figure out what I need to work on I'll do more of them as well.
Now I'm home of course the post-exercise exhaustion has hit and I expect tomorrow I'll be reminded of all sorts of muscles I'd forgotten I had, but al in all it was a successful afternoon. My plan is to go to the gym at least twice a week, so I'll probably be visiting again on Wednesday or Thursday, and so the only other thing to do is to look into bus routes to the place, as right now getting a taxi there and back is stupidly expensive...
Saturday, March 2, 2013
A Visit To The Vet
Yesterday I took Lily to the vet's. This was not the usual easy visit.
First off, because of Nick's disability we use the PDSA for our vet services. Without them, we would have been in serious trouble (and more importantly hock) when we got Cracker and discovered she had her stomach problem/food allergies and she had to go to the vets four times in the first month alone. Now of course whatever it is (even after all that time we're still not 100% sure, and since no-one's really keen on cutting her open just to have a poke around that's the way it'll likely stay) is under control and she only has to go in for quarterly check-ups and her booster vaccinations once a year, but the PDSA cover them too and they're good and so we take Lily to them as well.
Lily went in yesterday for her booster shots and to have her weight checked, because Lily is of course a flump. We've been doing this with her for about four months now, and her weight has been see-sawing all over the place - up, then down, then strangely down, and now up again. But regardless, Lily goes in once a month, which she hates, because (a) she's 16-17lbs being put in a small box, and (b) she doesn't travel well. Yesterday was worse than usual, because the taxi driver who took us there was the kind to accelerate sharply, brake sharply... generally if there was a way to make the passengers bounce around in their seats, he'd give it a go. So by the time we got to the vet's Lily was quite distressed, and she ended up doing two types of business in the carrier. Embarrassing for sure, but hardly the first time an animal's done that at the vet's.
I always arrive to appointments early, because I'd much rather be early than late, and so I was there a full 15 minutes before my appointment and, for once, the place was empty. Well, one couple came in with their elderly and reluctant dog, but that was it. I ended up being seen 10 minutes before my actual stated appointment, so I'm pretty sure they weren't hideously busy like I've seen them be in the past.
Appointment starts off normal, I apologise for Lily's accident in the carrier, get it up on the table and open it up. We weigh Lily and discover that, as I said, she's managed to put on weight again (I suspect she's been eating the wet food that Cracker refuses to eat when we're not looking, but every time I've asked whether to stop free-feeding them the vet advice has always been that it's fine to carry on like that). The first bit of bother came when the vet seemed unwilling to discuss this with me, telling me I really need to see a nurse about that. Well, fair enough, but when I had made this appointment I had stressed I had wanted to have her monthly weight check, and the boosters were just conveniently at the same time. Ah well, maybe they just got confused about what the appointment was for and decided it was just about the boosters. No big deal. The vet told me I'd have to make another appointment, which is added stress on both Lily and myself, but when she made the appointment for me she didn't write it down for me or anything like that. Okay, again, no big problem, maybe they just ran out of cards.
Booster shots were given, Lily being Lily she didn't make a peep, and it was time to get back in the carrier. Only... you remember I said she'd made a mess in the carrier? Well, every other time I've ever had this situation at the vet's, they've offered to clean the box out for me while the appointment's going on, I don't know if this is standard practice or if I'm expecting something that I shouldn't have been, but it was always offered in the past and I always thought it was a nice touch. This time, I realised that the vet expected me to put Lily back into a carrier that was, basically, covered in cat pee and poo.
I asked if there was something I could use to clean the box up a little. Almost as an afterthought, the vet handed me a wad of paper towels, and then watched as I did my best to clean the carrier with them. She then watched as I got Lily back into the carrier (to her credit, Lily is both clever and well-mannered, and all I had to do was put the box up on the table and ask her if she wanted to get in it herself to go home, and she stepped in and curled up in it without a peep. Then she watched me close up the box and leave. All this time the vet never said a word to me, other than a "goodbye" when I was leaving and even then she was already scrubbing down the table with disinfectant and some better-quality towels.
the whole thing just left me feeling... strange. Confused. And angry, after a while. Like I said, the PDSA are great people and I've never had a bad word to say about them before today... and honestly I've been second-guessing myself over whether to even write this since yesterday afternoon. But it just felt... not right, to me somehow. Almost like I wasn't really welcome there for some reason. This could, of course, be my OCD talking, as it kicked in after this and I've spent a lot of time since worrying that this was all, in fact, my fault but I just haven't figured out how yet. Obsessional thinking may well be the death of me. But regardless, it bothered me enough that I eventually felt I had to write this down, for better or for worse.
Lily's got her weight clinic/nurse's appointment in two weeks' time. I admit I'm now slightly scared about what's going to happen when I take her there. It's also why I don't feel like actually making a complaint or anything like that to the hospital, in case it turns out it's all in my head and they decide not to treat the cats any more because of it (hello again, obsessional thinking!).
I think I'm going to be stressing out a lot about this for a while.
First off, because of Nick's disability we use the PDSA for our vet services. Without them, we would have been in serious trouble (and more importantly hock) when we got Cracker and discovered she had her stomach problem/food allergies and she had to go to the vets four times in the first month alone. Now of course whatever it is (even after all that time we're still not 100% sure, and since no-one's really keen on cutting her open just to have a poke around that's the way it'll likely stay) is under control and she only has to go in for quarterly check-ups and her booster vaccinations once a year, but the PDSA cover them too and they're good and so we take Lily to them as well.
Lily went in yesterday for her booster shots and to have her weight checked, because Lily is of course a flump. We've been doing this with her for about four months now, and her weight has been see-sawing all over the place - up, then down, then strangely down, and now up again. But regardless, Lily goes in once a month, which she hates, because (a) she's 16-17lbs being put in a small box, and (b) she doesn't travel well. Yesterday was worse than usual, because the taxi driver who took us there was the kind to accelerate sharply, brake sharply... generally if there was a way to make the passengers bounce around in their seats, he'd give it a go. So by the time we got to the vet's Lily was quite distressed, and she ended up doing two types of business in the carrier. Embarrassing for sure, but hardly the first time an animal's done that at the vet's.
I always arrive to appointments early, because I'd much rather be early than late, and so I was there a full 15 minutes before my appointment and, for once, the place was empty. Well, one couple came in with their elderly and reluctant dog, but that was it. I ended up being seen 10 minutes before my actual stated appointment, so I'm pretty sure they weren't hideously busy like I've seen them be in the past.
Appointment starts off normal, I apologise for Lily's accident in the carrier, get it up on the table and open it up. We weigh Lily and discover that, as I said, she's managed to put on weight again (I suspect she's been eating the wet food that Cracker refuses to eat when we're not looking, but every time I've asked whether to stop free-feeding them the vet advice has always been that it's fine to carry on like that). The first bit of bother came when the vet seemed unwilling to discuss this with me, telling me I really need to see a nurse about that. Well, fair enough, but when I had made this appointment I had stressed I had wanted to have her monthly weight check, and the boosters were just conveniently at the same time. Ah well, maybe they just got confused about what the appointment was for and decided it was just about the boosters. No big deal. The vet told me I'd have to make another appointment, which is added stress on both Lily and myself, but when she made the appointment for me she didn't write it down for me or anything like that. Okay, again, no big problem, maybe they just ran out of cards.
Booster shots were given, Lily being Lily she didn't make a peep, and it was time to get back in the carrier. Only... you remember I said she'd made a mess in the carrier? Well, every other time I've ever had this situation at the vet's, they've offered to clean the box out for me while the appointment's going on, I don't know if this is standard practice or if I'm expecting something that I shouldn't have been, but it was always offered in the past and I always thought it was a nice touch. This time, I realised that the vet expected me to put Lily back into a carrier that was, basically, covered in cat pee and poo.
I asked if there was something I could use to clean the box up a little. Almost as an afterthought, the vet handed me a wad of paper towels, and then watched as I did my best to clean the carrier with them. She then watched as I got Lily back into the carrier (to her credit, Lily is both clever and well-mannered, and all I had to do was put the box up on the table and ask her if she wanted to get in it herself to go home, and she stepped in and curled up in it without a peep. Then she watched me close up the box and leave. All this time the vet never said a word to me, other than a "goodbye" when I was leaving and even then she was already scrubbing down the table with disinfectant and some better-quality towels.
the whole thing just left me feeling... strange. Confused. And angry, after a while. Like I said, the PDSA are great people and I've never had a bad word to say about them before today... and honestly I've been second-guessing myself over whether to even write this since yesterday afternoon. But it just felt... not right, to me somehow. Almost like I wasn't really welcome there for some reason. This could, of course, be my OCD talking, as it kicked in after this and I've spent a lot of time since worrying that this was all, in fact, my fault but I just haven't figured out how yet. Obsessional thinking may well be the death of me. But regardless, it bothered me enough that I eventually felt I had to write this down, for better or for worse.
Lily's got her weight clinic/nurse's appointment in two weeks' time. I admit I'm now slightly scared about what's going to happen when I take her there. It's also why I don't feel like actually making a complaint or anything like that to the hospital, in case it turns out it's all in my head and they decide not to treat the cats any more because of it (hello again, obsessional thinking!).
I think I'm going to be stressing out a lot about this for a while.
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