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A routine emergency
Apologies to those following me for deep literary insights or whatever (although if you're still here you have probably realised I'm not in that game - but see my next post about stuff I've recently read).).
I am (I refer you to an earlier post) getting to grips with my new reality, and you may have to suffer this sort of post for a while, while I adjust. ( Pass over this post if the minutiae of my life is not of interest... )
Adjustment has involved making travel arrangements for various contingencies when I am forbidden to drive for health reasons and live somewhere that a car is an essential.
I have registered with the local 'community transport' organisation which will (should) be great (but not cheap) for scheduled journeys, and I also have the ability to call on friends and family (although they all live 75 miles away) but I was still working out how to handle short-notice trips (as in I need to get to the vet/GP/whatever asap/today).
As always events overtook planning.
Little Madam (she on the left in the icon) was washing a certain area of her anatomy (under her tail) compulsively overnight/this morning, so I investigated (once my caffeine had kicked it).
An abscess, no doubt caused by her brother biting her -- they've both been unsettled after my two week sojourn in hospital and some of that has come out in mutual aggression -- they're both as bad as each other for initiating it, but he's a bit stronger so tends to come off better.
Cue: making a vet appointment (the easy bit) and finding a pet friendly taxi that could fit me in at short notice. Luckily I already had a shortlist of taxi services to try and the first one I rang was (1) happy to transport a cat in a basket (2) available in the right timescale and happy to wait while I was at the vets (and didn't charge for waiting time less than 30 minutes) (3) happy to carry the cat in basket to and from the taxi -- I'm not allowed to carry heavy stuff for another two weeks, and Little Madam is a podge. So they're on the list for future use (notwithstanding the driver's politics -- I have a theory about UK taxi drivers and politics which he totally proved but I won't find anyone different here in Tory-shire).
LM charmed the vet (as she always does) by thoroughly exploring the consulting room, including rolling seductively across the floor. She was less keen on the antibiotics injection -- which took three goes and some pretty heavy-duty holding. She has some liquid pain control prescribed, which I was apprehensive about, but in the event was a non event. She is now lounging on the hall floor totally spaced out!
Her next appointment is in 10 days by phone -- there's a suspicion she will need stitches, but we will see.
I now return you to your usual programming...
I am (I refer you to an earlier post) getting to grips with my new reality, and you may have to suffer this sort of post for a while, while I adjust. ( Pass over this post if the minutiae of my life is not of interest... )
Adjustment has involved making travel arrangements for various contingencies when I am forbidden to drive for health reasons and live somewhere that a car is an essential.
I have registered with the local 'community transport' organisation which will (should) be great (but not cheap) for scheduled journeys, and I also have the ability to call on friends and family (although they all live 75 miles away) but I was still working out how to handle short-notice trips (as in I need to get to the vet/GP/whatever asap/today).
As always events overtook planning.
Little Madam (she on the left in the icon) was washing a certain area of her anatomy (under her tail) compulsively overnight/this morning, so I investigated (once my caffeine had kicked it).
An abscess, no doubt caused by her brother biting her -- they've both been unsettled after my two week sojourn in hospital and some of that has come out in mutual aggression -- they're both as bad as each other for initiating it, but he's a bit stronger so tends to come off better.
Cue: making a vet appointment (the easy bit) and finding a pet friendly taxi that could fit me in at short notice. Luckily I already had a shortlist of taxi services to try and the first one I rang was (1) happy to transport a cat in a basket (2) available in the right timescale and happy to wait while I was at the vets (and didn't charge for waiting time less than 30 minutes) (3) happy to carry the cat in basket to and from the taxi -- I'm not allowed to carry heavy stuff for another two weeks, and Little Madam is a podge. So they're on the list for future use (notwithstanding the driver's politics -- I have a theory about UK taxi drivers and politics which he totally proved but I won't find anyone different here in Tory-shire).
LM charmed the vet (as she always does) by thoroughly exploring the consulting room, including rolling seductively across the floor. She was less keen on the antibiotics injection -- which took three goes and some pretty heavy-duty holding. She has some liquid pain control prescribed, which I was apprehensive about, but in the event was a non event. She is now lounging on the hall floor totally spaced out!
Her next appointment is in 10 days by phone -- there's a suspicion she will need stitches, but we will see.
I now return you to your usual programming...
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Very glad she is okay!
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(Are not taxi-drivers obliged to have Trad Taxi Driver opinions, for the benefit of foreign visitors? It is probably on the exam, part of The Knowledge.)
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