the saga of the cat, again

The cat is with the vet. X-rays revealed that the hard mass down his jaw is a very serious infection, and not anything else. But we do not know if much can be done for him: we should know by tomorrow night whether we'll be able to manage his condition for any longer, or whether we'll have to say goodbye. If he responds to antibiotics and pain meds, we might have another few weeks.

I can't say I'm hopeful. Especially since financial considerations place their own limits.

About me: the shoulder still hurts, and I'm discovering for myself all over again the terrible boredom of pain, if I may be permitted to borrow a phrase. It's somewhat less intrusive than it was last night, but it's certainly not anything I'm happy with: tightness across the back of my neck and left shoulderblade, and a nagging muscle ache, intensifying to sharpness in the left side of the neck and in the muscle lying across the shoulderblade when I tilt my head too far back or forward or make sudden movements. It's not interfering with my ability to move about, and I daresay I could run and climb if I had to, but I believe that'd be a rather bad idea. Going to go see if I can get the college physio to see me tomorrow, or at least during the week. Don't want to go to Silchester with a muscle problem: that's just the sort of thing that lying in a tent probably wouldn't help in the least.

It's seriously shortened my temper and my ability to concentrate. So I'm not having fun today. If this is what it feels like to get old and crochety, no wonder persons of advanced age are frequently surly. I'll have to remember this.

the saga of the cat, again

The cat is with the vet. X-rays revealed that the hard mass down his jaw is a very serious infection, and not anything else. But we do not know if much can be done for him: we should know by tomorrow night whether we'll be able to manage his condition for any longer, or whether we'll have to say goodbye. If he responds to antibiotics and pain meds, we might have another few weeks.

I can't say I'm hopeful. Especially since financial considerations place their own limits.

About me: the shoulder still hurts, and I'm discovering for myself all over again the terrible boredom of pain, if I may be permitted to borrow a phrase. It's somewhat less intrusive than it was last night, but it's certainly not anything I'm happy with: tightness across the back of my neck and left shoulderblade, and a nagging muscle ache, intensifying to sharpness in the left side of the neck and in the muscle lying across the shoulderblade when I tilt my head too far back or forward or make sudden movements. It's not interfering with my ability to move about, and I daresay I could run and climb if I had to, but I believe that'd be a rather bad idea. Going to go see if I can get the college physio to see me tomorrow, or at least during the week. Don't want to go to Silchester with a muscle problem: that's just the sort of thing that lying in a tent probably wouldn't help in the least.

It's seriously shortened my temper and my ability to concentrate. So I'm not having fun today. If this is what it feels like to get old and crochety, no wonder persons of advanced age are frequently surly. I'll have to remember this.