Showing posts with label my own stupidity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my own stupidity. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Wounds & Wolfe

Not much writing as the right hand is er, damaged.

I have perfected a (foolish) technique cat-wise:  Wolfe sits on the threshold and maows.  I close the back garden door so that the brute can't come in.  I open the front door and let Wolfe in.  She is in the kitchen eating the porridge as it were (partly because - and this is a homeless cat, remember? - she doesn't like the new cat-crunchies I bought at the weekend so won't eat what I give her outside), as I'm writing this and Macc is at the back door scowling.

But honestly, I cannot cope with any more dramas.

The wounds in my palm and the back of my hand are clean and healing nicely - they were the ones inflicted by the back feet.

The scratches up my arm, inflicted by the front paws are fading quickly.

However, surprise, surprise, the deep puncture wounds inflicted by Macc's fangs are not doing so well and I am considering showing them to a doctor.  I am not sure if they are infected or not.  The whole area around the FOUR punctures is slightly rosy and slightly warm and sensitive to the touch. I think it is more tender than it was two days ago.   Not angry red or puffed up.  Is the appearance the result of the healing process or something more sinister?  I am worried:  I  want to be reassured that I won't come down with septicaemia or gangrene ...

So I will drag myself off to the hospital this afternoon after Marius gets home. I hope the GP will understand my drug-related restrictions on antibiotics/vaccines and not kill me through ignorance. I will arm myself with more research first.

Double bummer as I really wanted to go a week without a medical visit!

Wolfe has finished the porridge and is mooching about.  I will let her back out the front in a minute.

I have not resolved my feelings about Macc.  I think (anthropomorphising) he is contrite, and I accept some of what happened was the result of my stupidity, but I don't feel forgiving and I don't feel trusting or relaxed.

Wolfe has gone out the front door now.  Ming came in the back door ... dramas averted.

In case you didn't see it the first time, and being mildly prophetic:




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