I almost typed Eros. Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice.
So see if you can follow my convoluted logic…
I can’t go outside during the daylight hours because:
I don’t even want to talk about it. You already know the answer.
I went to the allergy clinic on Wednesday. They can’t start anti-venom (yes venom) injections until my lung function improves because I messed up my lung function when I caught whooping cough a few years ago. Exposure to whooping cough was not my fault and it’s a long boring story.
The doctor and nurses at the allergy clinic started me on inhaled corticosteroids twice a day plus a rescue inhaler similar to albuterol. Unbelievable! I have to test my Peak Flow twice a day. If I can’t get my Peak Flow over 400 points the allergist will not give me the twice-weekly anti-venom injections because of my increased risk of death. Of course not getting the anti-venom injections leaves me with a certain risk of death from yellowjackets.
Can you see me tearing my hair out just now at this catch 22?
Speaking of catch 22′s… Today we brought the cat home from the hospital wearing the cone of shame in order to keep him from ripping out the staples stuck in his left shoulder after surgery for an abscess which resulted from an injury which could have been treated while we were in Wales if the tech had actually given the doctor my instructions for an examination and my written permission for any necessary treatment when I left the cat there in the first place. Talk about your run-on sentences. So frustrated!
What’s the first thing the cat did when he got home? Ran under my bed and knocked off the cone of shame. Thus I had to don ye olde thinking cap and invent something which somebody who works in the field of veterinary medicine should have invented long ago – a cut up sock sling. Someone explain to me why, after all these years of veterinary medicine, we are still resorting to the cone of shame, which increases stress, anxiety and discomfort in both the wearer and the pet owner.
So I took a pair of my daughter’s short running socks, cut them in half, saving the cuff section, wrapped each in Kinesio (flexible) Tape, created a nonstick sling out of the same tape, inserted the cat’s front legs into the socks, stuck the sling over his shoulders and secured the sling to each sock with more tape. Voila!
Poor Ichi was desperate to go outside but hey, guess what, catch 22! He has to be watched and I can’t go outside during the daylight hours because of the stupid damn should-be-incinerated scourge of yellow jackets! So my husband, who thank god is working from home today, has been assigned cat observation duty.
Meanwhile Jake is distraught over his little buddy’s distress, although he thinks the cone of shame makes a great chase toy. However the good news is hubby just reported to me that the cat is resting comfortably near the jasmine, with his sling intact.
Welcome to my Weird Weekend.