Friday, 18 January 2019

IT KEEPS COMING.


My son reckons that we have been walking under ladders, lol


 Good news is that Tom's results were not too bad, just a bit more lung function lost  but he is feeling a lot better today.   Last night we set the indoor phones onto intercom and I closed the door to my bedroom so that I was not disturbed by his coughing, If I do not get a good nights sleep I am no good to anyone.

Now for more gloom.
I lost my iphone somewhere, must have fallen out of my bag, luckily I am not a big fan of the thing and mostly use it for taking photo's and listening to my talking books.
My son and daughter have both said they have an old one I can replace it with so that isn't too bad.

The real bugger is that the car went in for an MOT and needs £920.00 worth of repairs.
We have had this car for just under a year and the mechanic reckons that most of these things should have been picked up in the last MOT  before we bought it.
Obviously been sold a duff car. 
I guess if an unscrupulous dealer wants to doctor things he can.
 Coming on top of the vets fees its not funny.

As I have quoted before it seems that
 'When sorrows come they come not as single spies but in batallions' 
Certainly feels like that to us at the moment.
 Spent most of the day yesterday while waiting for the consultant to ring messing about with the fabric twine.


 In the tutorials online they say to just add another piece in by just laying it alongside the piece you are working with, I found that too bulky and so I just joined mine on the machine, much neater.




First piece finished, peg just holds it  and stops any unravelling.


Okay, not the best but not bad for a first attempt.
I wound it around a bead sewing as I went.
I have some jewellery findings and am hopefully going to make these into earrings. 
Will show when finished.


Bit dark but you get the idea.
What would we do without this room, its at the top of the house, nice and light and our refuge when things are sticky.
Fingers crossed that nothing else goes wrong...



Thursday, 17 January 2019

HAD ENOUGH


 Yesterday the Dr told Tom he couldn't tell if he had an infection because his lungs were too noisy but gave him antibiotics anyway and said to ask the radiographer if he had an infection, she said she couldn't tell him, phew! she said to hold off taking them, so altogether we feel like screaming. 
He has had the x-ray and lung function test and we are waiting for the consultant to call today and hoping something can be done, neither of us are getting any sleep due to him coughing all night.

Rupert on the other hand is amost back to his normal self, the wound is great and last night he was at his usual station with Princess on the kitchen table straining to get to the dishes of food I was preparing, so its not all doom and gloom.

 


Tuesday, 15 January 2019

DOCTORS AND FABRIC CORD


Glad to report that  Rupert seems okay, he is eating very small amounts of chicken often and seems okay in himself.  The wound is clean and his temperature was fine when he went on Sunday to the vet.
6 days of trundling back and forth to the vets had us pretty much on our knees on Monday.

Now Tom has worsened with a cough that leaves him very, very short of breath.
Rang the consultant and she wants an x-ray done for Thursday, a lung function test done and it seems we are to get a visit from the Respiratory team as our actual appointment isn't until the middle of March.
At least they were quick to respond.
So todays order of play is Dr in the morning for something to help the cough and on to get the x-ray done.
Never a dull moment in this house. 

Meanwhile in the craft room I am itching to have a go at this.


Making cord out of fabric.
I have a box full of fabric scraps that I could do this, its so simple you could do it in front of the tv in the evening and then your imagination can go wild with things you could make with it.



Saturday, 12 January 2019

UPDATE ON RUPERT


We were able to go and bring Rupert home late this afternoon.
This was the culprit, the vet saved it to show us.


It was stuck 1/3rd of the way down the intestines.

Back to the vet again tomorrow for a post op check, (free) I should think so too. lol


Here he is, not a very good photo, I didn't want to bother him.

We are now £1,500 worse off but it could have been worse.
We warned the vet that he had to keep the cost down as we only had so much cash, and he did his best.

Apparently this could happen again so we shall be liberal with the hair ball paste and he will be eating more soft and less biscuits,  plus we will be buying the hair ball biscuits.

We are both wiped out having been to and fro to the vets literally every day this week bar Monday..

Friday, 11 January 2019

POOR RUPERT, 4 HORRIBLE DAYS


On Tuesday we noticed that Rupert had not eaten or drunk any water all day and was listless.
He remained in the same place under the radiator all night and didn't want to go out in the morning and so we took him to the vet.
One injection and some pills and fur ball stuff we came home.
Wednesday morning we took him back as he still had not eaten or drunk and was now not even responding when we spoke to him.
Another injection, rehydrated and taken home.
Thursday taken back again and had some blood tests done, nothing very abnormal but told to take him back tomorrow.
This morning, Friday, he had his x ray and it showed something in his intestine, told it could be a tumour or fur ball.
I had been telling them all along that he suffered from large fur balls but they seemed to think they knew better.

This afternoon he had an operation and the vet removed an 8cm long fur ball from his intestine, ( this is the usual size of the balls he coughs up) if this had been left for a few more days it could have killed him.
He is in vet hospital tonight and they are giving us a call in the morning.



I'm sure you can imagine what sort of a state we have been in.
Just hoping that it all goes well and we can soon have him home.

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

PASSION FLOWER and FOOTSTOOL TAKEN.


Sitting in the window this morning having my breakfast I noticed a spiral on the Passion Flower plant the we bought last year for quick coverage up the stairs.


Maybe its just me but I am constantly amazed at Mother nature.
Just look at how the feeler has twisted itself into a sort of spring, obviously to enable the plant to be anchored and move about in the wind without damage.

Yesterday I read in the newspaper that flowers that have nectar increase it when a Bee flies past to attract them to it.
How wonderful is that and maybe Prince Charles isn't mad talking to his plants after all.

Back to the cats.



I have a large footstool under my desk.
No chance of using it last night as Polly had decided that it was a nice quiet place for her to have a nap.
Did I move her?
Of course not, I just adjusted my feet after getting a glare that said 'Move me at your peril' lol

Monday, 7 January 2019

THE MORNING BRUSH BY JOSEPH IN HIS AMAZING DRESSING GOWN.


I really do not like routine but we seem to have somehow got ourselves into one.
Every morning we get up, put on the kettle and make ourselves breakfast.
While we are sitting trying to enjoy the first meal of the day we have at least three of THEM skulking around in wait.
What are they waiting for?
Well, the daily brush by Joseph. lol



Most of my readers will know that we like colour in this house and so a drab dressing gown just woudn't fit the bill for Tom.
We bought this one in Ikea some time ago and every time he goes into hospital he is always the butt of the joke over this dressing gown.

See Mummy Polly and Willow waiting for their turn while Princess lords it on the worktop.
Rupert and Rowan will be here later don't worry.

The worktop does get a clean down after in case anyone is thinking how unhygienic it is, lol


Saturday, 5 January 2019

THE BIG OBESITY THINGY.


All of my life it seems I have been concerned and even paranoid about my weight.
Even when I was a child I was always larger than most kids, not fat, but heavy.
Taking part in the sports day was a nightmare as I couldn't run to save my life.
Through my teens and after having the children, diets were a continual thing.  The 5 a day diet, the grapefruit diet etc and none of them worked for long.

Tom and I have eaten pretty much the same all through the years, so what I would like to know is, why has he stayed the same weight  and can eat pretty much anything and not get fat when all I have to do it look at a cake or bar of choccy and I put on pounds?


I do understand that a lot of kids now are obese and possibly the reason is that they are not active.
We used to be playing out in the street from dawn to dusk, running and cycling and its a shame that with the amount of cars now this isn't possible but I'm sure that eating is not always the reason for obesity.

We are all made differently and our bodies work in different ways.

I've got to the stage now when I'm not bothered any more.  I've thrown away the scales and seem to stay around the same weight.
Looking back I wish I'd done that years ago and not tormented myself thinking that I shouldn't be the shape I was.

What's your take on this subject?

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

LAUGHTER


Laughter decreases stress hormones and increases immune cells and infection-fighting antibodies, thus improving your resistance to disease. Laughter triggers the release of endorphins, the body's natural feel-good chemicals. Endorphins promote an overall sense of well-being and can even temporarily relieve pain.


And so with that in mind I have ordered the box set of 'Allo'Allo'
I watched a small bit on Youtube and laughed so much I thought I'd get the set.
Some days when Tom is not so good we need to keep positive and cheerful.  We've always seen the funny side of most things and this is important if we want our lives to remain happy.
No matter what is wrong, if we can laugh then we can get through anything. 

By the way, the new mouth guard it apparently going to cost our daughter around £70.00
This doggie can get away with anything, lol


Grandson Tom junior holding naughty doggie.

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

NAUGHTY DOGGY


My daughter wears a mouth gard at night to prevent her grinding her teeth.

NO LONGER....


Someone in the house is getting taller and is able to reach places he shouldn't


Innocence !!