For Dog and (particularly) Cat lovers - very funny!

Someone at work sent me this, knowing I was a cat person. I loved it!

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!



Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

she spoke too soon ...

Well, funny how things can change! During the week I was feeling more and more tired, and suddenly realised I should be checking my temperature. On Friday evening when I got home from work I did that and discovered I had one! 38.2C! So I rang the hospital, and got a call back a while later telling me to come back in!!

Not what I had been planning to do with my weekend!! Most of my clothes were waiting to be washed over the weekend, I had hardly any library books ... a very different scenario from when I would go into hospital last year! And what to do with my pussycat?! In the end I decided I'd probably only be in a couple of days, so left lots of food down for her, plus her cat-door open so she could get in and out. Took enough clothes for 4 days, a couple of books and my laptop, and drove off. Five days later, and I'm still here, though I'm feeling fine!

Turned out I had a staph infection in my porta-cath (the device they 'implanted' into me to drip intravenous fluids/chemo into me). God knows how it got there, but ... Anyway, they had to resort to pretty heavy duty antibiotics to get rid of it (I've been on 3 different ones of varying strengths!). But by Monday I'd stopped having shivering, teeth-chattering fits and/or heat attacks and my temperature had gone back to normal! And I have been feeling perfectly fine since then! My doctor is keeping me here till the end of the week as he wants to keep the antibiotics up so make sure it doesn't come back. Which seems like a good idea!

Luckily I managed to get someone to go out to my house on Sunday to collect some more clothes, and most importantly, to catch Mieke pussycat and take her to the pet motel! That was such a weight off my mind that she managed to do this! I'd been so worried about her ... she's such a sociable cat, and hates being left for even a couple of days!

Felt really bad to be off work for another week (at least) after I'd only been back for three. I know it's not my fault, but still ... They are, of course, being really supportive and telling me to take whatever time I need.

I certainly do live in interesting times ... :)

home sweet home ...

Well dear readers, I did escape from hospital yesterday (Tuesday) - to much rejoicing. Having learnt a good few lessons about how I do not NOT have control here!! I have to take on that old hippy persona, and 'go with the flow'!! (Why is that so hard nowadays ... ?!!)

Example: I do remember being told the cycles would be 3-4 weeks. So then, knowing when my treatment started, I thought I had it all figured out when I saw that the doctor had written on a form for my superannuation (benefit) fund that treatment should finish by early November. That's 6 x 3 week cycles I worked out. Perfect!! So I marked it all up in my diary and told people those dates when I'd be home, people have been booking flights based on all that! But it all came from me, not the people treating me!! And then I get told that the dates may slip - it depends on how I do in the week away from hospital, may even end up being 2 weeks break, we'll just have to wait and see ... !!!

Never realised I was such a control freak!!!!

It is all 'good', as they say!!!

Anyway - enough of that. I'm home, sitting in bed with cat purring beside me. But I'm very very tired! I have looked at my yoga mat, but that's as far as I've got!! Seems to heavy even to pick up and unroll!! Just have to hope that this is all because I've come off the steroids (no complaints about that!) and that that some strength will come back in the next couple of days
... But even if I never touch it while I'm at home, I'll definitely take a mat into hospital next Monday ... :)