I slept through till 7am
this morning. That's nearly eight hours sleep. Just like the normal
people do. As I started to walk downstairs my knee gave a really
painful twinge. I hope it stops doing that soon. I eventually hobbled
downstairs to see my little dog seemed equally still this morning. I
checked out the Internet over brekkie; not a lot seemed to be going
on, which was probably for the best.
My mobile rang; it was
the garage who had found a leak in the car's air-con. They seemed
surprised; I thought it was rather obvious that the thing had a
leak; that's why the last re-gassing had only lasted for a week. They
then phoned back fifteen minutes later to tell me that they needed
to get a special part from Renault which they wouldn't get until
this afternoon.
I put the washing on the
line, settled "Furry Face TM" and
walked to the hospital. Today was my anaethetic review prior to the
surgical rebore of my nose. I arrived at the out patient deparrtment
with time to spare. After a little wait I then fiilled out
a questionnaire asking all the questions I'd answered at the last two
out patient appointments and I then sat with a nurse who told me
what the specialists had told me at the last two out paatient
appointments.
I then went round to the
cardiology department for an E.C.G., which is standard practice for
the over-fifties (!) .
I then walked home again.
I stopped off in Newtown to get a sandwich. I won't be going back to
that shop. The shop itself was passable; but there is something
fundamentally wrong with a local shop being filled with middle-aged
women drinking Stella and Special Brew from the can.
Once home I scoffed my
lunch whilst watching more "Family Guy" until Lisa
came round. We had a plan for the afternoon. First of all we went up
a tree to find an arboreal geocache. That didn't do my bad knee any
good. Then we jumped a fence and went off in search of an underground
bunker we'd heard about. The hill we found took its toll on my knee
as well. Our instructions for finding the entrance to the bunker had
been rather vague, but soon enough we found a likely looking tunnel
and scrambled inside. It was either the entrance to a wartime bunker
or it was a sewer. It didn't smell too bad so we thought we'd taake a
chance. After twenty yards the tunnel opened out into a couple of
rooms and we spent a few minutes looking around. I took
a few photos whilst we were inside, and then we made our way
back to the car and home.
Once home (a la
recherche du temps perdu (!)) I sparked up my old favourite
pastime "NeverWinter Nights" and had a wander round
Castle Never until the garage phoned to tell me my car was ready for
collection. "Furry Face TM" and I
walked over to Willesborough to be told my seal had been leaking, and
if it does it again I should take the recalcitrant component back to
them.
As my dog jumped into the
car my eye was caught by the sores on his back. I knew he had bald
patches; I'd been putting cream on to them recently, but I had no
idea how bad they had become.
We went straight to the
vet.
We try to walk into the
vet's at "Pets at Home" once a week so he gets used
to it. He is fine in the shop area and in the vet's waiting zone. But
the moment the consulting room door opened he tried to escape. He was
terrified.
But I'm much bigger than
he is, and he had no choice. He was scooped up and unceremoniously
dumped on the vet's table. After a little rummage the vet announced
his anal glands needed "doing". Rubber gloves,
fingers where they shouldn't be, a fishy smell. The problem was
cured but his back remains sore. He's been given a steroid shot which
may well leave him "out of sorts for a day or so"
and he's been given a course of antibiotics. He's also been declared
to be overweight and, like his Granddad, he has to go on a diet.
I bought him a large
chew-bone for being a good dog at the vets, and he spent much of the
evening chomping away at said chew-bone. We had been thinking of
going for a walk this evening, but I'd already walked to the hospital
and back and to the garage; all of which probably wasn't a good idea
with my knee aching. And also bearing in mind the intermittent rain
and a dog which had been medically declared to be "out of
sorts" we decided to have a quiet night in. So we slobbed in
front of "Little Shop of Horrors".
Well I liked it.......
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