Sitting on a Cornflake

Was not good! It started at 7am this morning, with a phone call from hubby’s mum. Glen was due to go over there anyway, to take his dad for a hospital appointment (he’s recently found out he has bowel cancer), but his mum was worried because he was feeling very dizzy and unwell. So, off Glen went, to see what was going on.

I then picked my glasses case (christmas pressie from the girls) off the floor, to find that there was cat wee on it, complete with blood! Last night Louis had squatted on our bathroom mat (unlike him), and his wee had seemed dark. So there I was, not sure if I should call a vet, or he was safe to leave for the day.. cancelling work over a cat would NOT have gone down well.

So, I left him here, got to work, and had a quick check on the internet.. only to find out that it could be crystals causing it, which could block his little urethra, and cause a medical emergency! I booked him in with the vet for tomorrow, telling myself that Glen could check him out later.

Half way through the day, hubby phoned with the latest update.. his dad is facing 5 weeks of radiotherapy (plus a chemo tablet daily), before surgery, and a permanent stoma bag afterwards. This was apparently something his dad had not even considered.

Then, just as I was about to start seeing my afternoon patients, an elderly gentleman was brought in, who’d fallen outside. He had hit his head and his nose, and we were keen to get him to hospital, because it was bleeding quite badly. His son in law turned up, to take him, but he was insistent on attending the chiropody appointment he was there for first! The trouble is, in our borough you wait forever to get an appointment, and this guy was not giving it up! So, we advised his son in law that he needed to have his head seen to pretty soon, and off they went… leaving me to apologise to my patients who were still waiting for me!

When I finally got home, Beth took me to the lounge, to show me something that she was scared of showing her dad… Amy had drawn all over two sofa cushions, with biro! Amy then proceeded to get rather upset when I told her she was going to bed directly after dinner!

After dinner, I went to run her bath, and quickly call my mum, and we were treated to Amy sobbing that she was still hungry, and NO, she wasn’t tired (listening to our conversation)!

The cat then proceeded to squat on the clean bathroom mat, presenting us with a little pool of red urine!

Argh!

To top it all, Beth went up to bed with a headache, then came back down to ask for calpol. She doesn’t often take anything, so it must have been getting bad. The poor thing is worried about her granddad, dreading her dentist appt to have some teeth out (overcrowding), and now worried about her beloved Louis! She has her birthday party on Sunday, so hopefully that will take her mind off things for a while.

So, I’m taking 5 mins to sit and write this, then I’m off to bed. Tomorrow is another day.. probably complete with a large vet bill! Do I really have to get up??!