The 6th & 7th; Constantly mournful yowls.

June 8, 2018 — Leave a comment

The 6th of June.

My right shoulder is the problem today. Honestly, my body just feels like a disaster zone lately.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I listened to the new episode of The Naughty Step and gave the kittens a pet before a trip to Black Sheep for Michaela to cut my hair. She was away when I went for my colour, so I had to wait. It was getting far too long and tufty. Had a good chop and chat about life, gave kitten updates, and had barely finished my coffee by the time we were done. Daddy picked me up on his way back from that dump and we came home.

Had to eat some lunch very quickly, remove my eye make up, and go back out to the QE to see Mr. Kolli. Had a blast from the past while waiting for my name to appear on the screen when a girl called Rosie who I met at BCH came over. She works at a care home so was with a patient, but it was nice to see that she is fine. My eyelashes are behaving themselves for now, so I don’t need to have any more removed yet, my pressures have come down a bit (after several attempts to measure them), and my GvHD is inactive. Plan now is to do steroid drops every day for two months, then stop, and do the pressure drops every day until a week before my next appointment with him in three months. Let’s hope my eyes continue to cooperate.

The 7th of June.

Well, Dolly has been a right old pretender. Not in her disdain for us, but the kittens. All this time she has acted like she doesn’t care about them, completely ignoring them, but we had to separate them last night so they wouldn’t feed from her while they were meant to be nil by mouth, and she has made the most forlorn sounds all day. Constantly mournful yowls, so I spent my morning replying to every mew and giving her Dreamies. She only really quietened down when she fell asleep. I don’t know how she’s going to cope tomorrow night when they’re gone and not coming back.

I stayed with her until lunchtime, came out to eat, then I went back in until it was time for us to go and collect the kittens. I really don’t know if me sitting with her helped at all, but I couldn’t bear to be out of the room and hear the sadness.

Had the bonus of meeting some good dogs at the vet, and the kittens had all been fine, they just screamed all the way home. Must warn the people tomorrow.

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