I had every intention of writing a fun, informative post on some wildly exciting theme this week but life had other plans. I’m currently contemplating redecorating my lounge and I would love a new sofa. I bought the one I have now 15 years ago because it was practical – it’s a recliner for my orthostatic intolerance, it has high backs to support my neck and it’s dark coloured wipeable leather for the world’s muckiest dog – it’s also ugly as sin and cold to sit on. Just for once I want a pretty sofa and have my eye on a velvet corner unit, however if I’m going to spend a massive amount of cash on a piece of furniture it has to be just right and I’m struggling to find exactly what I want. So on Tuesday I decided to trail miles to Gateshead to the Sofa Workshop to see if they could make me one up.
However, I knew I’d get back late and be totally zonked so at 7.30am I thought I’d prepare the veg for my dinner so it was ready to come home to. Big mistake. Huge. No-one should be in charge of sharp objects when they haven’t eaten breakfast yet and are still half asleep. You know what’s coming. Yes, my friends, the knife slipped and I tried to chop my thumb off. Ouch! (only I didn’t say that – I said words that began with F and B 😉 ). There was blood everywhere and I nearly fainted because I hadn’t eaten for 13 hours, however I finally got my hand wrapped in a damp dishcloth, managed to make and eat breakfast and get dressed, waited for my dog walker to arrive so that she could have the mutt and drove the 7 miles to A&E one handed where I ended up having 6 steri strips put on. As I have hEDS and my skin gapes like a fish when it’s cut I thought I might need stitches and to be fair looking at it 6 days on I think I should have had stiches because it hasn’t knitted together well and the wound is all lumpy, but it is what it is. Taking the steri strips off yesterday was a sod, as I had to rip the caked on bloody scabs off too – yowza.
So all the things I had planned for this week went out the window as life one handed is tricky. Having said all that, later that morning I still drove all the way to Gateshead, light headed and with my hand on fire, to look at sofas and was gutted when even they didn’t have what I was looking for!
As if all that weren’t enough, I was out with Bertie for his afternoon jollies on Friday when all of a sudden he sat down and started licking his back end. When he stood up again his lovely tail, which proudly curles over his back, was limp and hanging like a dead weight and he was obviously in pain and refusing to move. He already has a severely herniated disc right at the base of his back/top of his tail so any problem involving his back end makes me panic! His legs seemed fine though, so I wondered if he’d been stung by a bee or something. I managed to get him home and gave him some paracetomol but it didn’t help and he was in so much pain he couldn’t sit, stand or lie, so we ended up at the vets who was as flummoxed as I was. She gave him some Tramadol and said to see how he was the next morning, but even the Tramadol didn’t stop the pain and by 6pm he was still unable to sit or lie down. So I rang the vet back and we added 200mg of Gabapentin (he’s already on a low dose of Gabapentin for his spinal problem). That did the trick and he finally managed to get some sleep. Thankfully on Saturday morning he could move his tail, if not curl it, and the pain was much improved so I’m now wondering if it was a bite from a horse fly into the joint – they’re evil little fuckers and having been bitten by one myself I can safely say it’s agony.
There has been good news too though, yet again from my photography. Each year, our regionial wildlife charity puts together a Calendar to raise funds and I have had this image of Swans chosen for the February entry 🙂 The other exciting thing to happen this week is that I bought a gorgeous red and gold hooped gown in a flash sale to use for a photo, so look out for the resulting image in next week’s roundup.