My week started at 5.50am with me, in my dressing gown in the pitch dark, following my dog around with a jug. Over the past 18 months he’s been drinking more than he used to, so the vet requested an early morning pee sample to test for diabetes and kidney issues. Every time Bert cocked his leg and I placed the jug underneath, however, he looked at me in horror and refused to widdle. I can’t blame him, I’d’ve felt the same way 😉
I eventually managed to catch a little bit of urine and it turned out to be fine. But he is having a small operation next week. His teeth need a scale, plus he’s had a deformed dew claw since he was born and it’s a nightmare to trim. It grows like the clappers and has to be cut every 4 weeks, but it’s becoming increasingly painful for him to have done and he yelps 😦 So the vet thought it best to remove it, but it’s classed as a digit amputation as the rear dewclaws are attached by a bone, a bit like a small thumb 😮
My Dad had his cataract surgery on Tuesday. It was at Sunderland, 90 miles away, and I refused to take him. I’ve already been once this month with my Mum and both of them are due back for checkups in December for which I’ll be taking them, so I made my lazy-arsed brother go this week instead. He works 3 shifts, then has an entire week off – I see no reason why he can’t do more for his parents.
Wednesday I was guest speaker at a Camera Club in Scotland. I’d battled a throat infection for days and was worried my voice wouldn’t hold out, but apart from the last 5 minutes when I sounded like Donald Duck it went OK. Well, I say that but it was an interesting evening and I’m going to do a whole post on it just because I can – so watch out for that.
Since my surprise period 12 days ago I have been plagued by severe migraines and I spent most of Friday drinking ibuprofen suspension like it was pop (I’m allergic to all other forms of migraine medication). I’m so over the whole hormone-induced head pain I can’t even tell you. I woke at 1am today with the right side of my brain throbbing and as I type this it feels like rats are gnawing on my skull.
Also on Friday I was informed by my estate agent that someone had requested to view my house the next day. Eeeek, it wasn’t much notice so after I walked Bertie in the afternoon I did the 14 mile round trip into town, in Friday rush hour traffic (which did my migraine no favours), to spend £10 on flowers and to get some polish ’cause I’d run out. My cleaner has quit and the house was a bit of a pig sty so I spent the whole of Saturday morning cleaning, tidying, washing the front gate (covered in bird poo), sweeping the yard, washing the front door and all the other stuff you do to make your house immaculate. I palmed the dog off onto my neighbour as he barks his head off at visitors and I can’t concentrate and when 2pm arrived I waited. And I waited. And I waited. And the bitch was a no show. Four hours later I get a text forwarded from my estate agent apologizing but giving no explanation and asking if she could book another viewing for in the week. This is the 4th booking this person has made and she hasn’t shown up for any of them. Needless to say, I said no and that I wouldn’t be accepting any more viewing requests from her. Today I can barely walk as I’m crippled with back pain from hoovering and mopping all the floors and both wrists and elbows are on fire.
In amongst all the dross there has been some good news but. Each year, the Photographic Alliance of Great Britain holds a competition where they choose 60 photographers from the 40,000 members of Camera Clubs around the UK they deem to be a master of print. And I am absolutely thrilled to say that, for the 2nd year running, I have been chosen. I still have to pinch myself that little old me, lying in my bed in the wilds of the lake district has found something that, not only can I do and which gives me huge joy, but has reached this level of acclaim. It’s freakin’ awesome 😀