Song of the day: “Rotterdam” by the Beautiful South.
Didn’t get to bed until four on Friday night, so it was a bit of a short night, all things considered.
Lucky for Sally she only had to stay the night in hospital, not so lucky for Sally we were one car short and couldn’t pick her up from the hospital, meaning that she had to be brought home by an ambulance, which took all day. Lucky for Sally, when asked how the ride was, she answered blithely, “oh, very short” So all was well in Sally’s world. Phew. Due to her behavior today, we are starting to suspect that she might be this way due to her medication. Something that happened this weekend (I’ll get to that later) made me wonder, so we’re going to check that out. It just ain’t right that she’s acting so completely uncooperative. I’ll let you know how it worked out.
No market this Saturday, so in that regard everyone had a day off…not that there was much off involved, but what the hey it’s the thought that counts.
Every free minute was spent working on the new bathroom, which is slowly, but steadily, coming to completion. We’ll need at least two more days (let’s hope we can get those one of these days) but then the ladies should be able to shower just fine.
Cooking was basically only something we had time for on Saturday, meaning yellow zucchini, a fresh tomato sauce and spaghetti. It was delicious, and did the trick the next day too. Today, I regretfully forgot lunch, so luckily I ate meat yesterday (good Sammie…in case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to work with positive reinforcement here. If I say that often enough, I might end up liking the stuff…I hope…it’s not working yet. Hah) which made up for some of the lack of nutritional stuff today.
Then yesterday the next disaster struck, grandpa was feeling rather poorly so we went to the village to see his doctor. There wasn’t all that much he could do, only prescribe some stuff, one of which was a painkiller he took round the time we got home. We did some work on the bathroom, and then after grandpa had gone inside to have his lunch, he began to complain that he couldn’t get his dentures in…which was when we discovered that his tongue had swollen to about twice its normal size. We scrambled a little, called the doctor if he could be having an allergic to something. It was very rare, but to be sure we’d better get him some prednisone. We have those, the injectable kind for the dogs, and injected him with the stuff. It didn’t appear to be helping, and his tongue swelled to three times the size, so we packed him up in the car and drove him to the small emergency hospital in town. He was immediately put on a drip with more prednisone. The doctor there immediately started clucking that he wasn’t supposed to take the medication he’d received and basically told us to toss the box asap. Spent about three hours at the ER *sigh* but grandpa quickly recovered and was allowed to go home. Gawd, that was a big scare.
Only got a modicum of editing done, regretfully, and even less writing. Grrrr. How one earth am I going to get this friggin’ book finished if so much keeps getting in the way, huh.
Added to that, big brother and I have been busy printing pamphlets for my photography, but also for construction, because let’s face it, the way things are going we’re going to have to find a way to supplement our funds soon.
Had to get up early while big brother went to the village to pick up the nurse who would take care of tenant and Sally this morning. Tenant was already ready in her bed, but Sally hadn’t prepared at all, so I had to do that while the nurse took care of tenant, and then turned up once I’d put her in clean clothes. It wasn’t easy, I tell ya. Luckily her wounds are doing a lot better.
Knight’s friggin’ paw is doing poorly, still swollen, so keeping it clean and drenched in iodine, I managed to hold out ‘till this morning before bringing him to the vet. (Otherwise you pay double the fee, ya know) Did exactly that, and the paw hadn’t improved yet. The vet insisted on keeping him there, which I couldn’t really agree with because the last time I had to leave him there for several days, he ended up with a two week depression afterward, darn it. So in the end we agreed he’d stay there during the day, and I would pick him up for the nights. It will have to do. He was indeed psyched when I came to pick him up, took him for a walk, then waited for a bit while they prepared to put a new pressure bandage on his paw.
In-between when I came home from dropping Knight off, only to drive off again with Jane this time, who had to get home after taking care of tenant this morning. Dropped her off at the village, rushed back home to discover that tenant wasn’t feeling well at all. Gave her a bit of anti-nausea medication, and then went down to try and get a little work done while caregiver took care of tenant.
Turns out tenant had a fever, so once again we had to call the ambulance, and despite the fact that some paracetemol brought her fever down a little, it was decided that she would have to be checked out at the hospital. Another urine tract infection, of course, so that means she’s going to have to spend a few days at the hospital again. Aaaaargh.
Spent the majority of the day diverting attention between Sally who needed care, writing, and working on the bathroom…then we had to go pick up Knight, and caregiver who had managed to catch a bus at the hospital and was already halfway home where we could pick her up. Also had to get some plumbing supplies at the hardware store, but regretfully didn’t get home until ten. *sigh*
Which brings us to the end of the today’s blog. I need to drop Knight off at the vet again, then head straight on to the hospital to look in on tenant, and then, maybe, just maybe I’ll manage a bit more work on the book.
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