Oh, what a week. And it’s only Wednesday. Still feeling so incredibly heartbroken for my friend and the loss of her 3 year old grandson. Evidently it was meningitis, which just moved too fast despite his vaccinations. He was declared dead yesterday and now they wait to see if he can be an organ donor. Such overwhelming sadness.
Over here in the ongoing situation called our life, Ernie’s been pretty damn miserable. I got him in for bloodwork on Monday. Yesterday he was too weak to drive me to work (I gotta get my walker situation figured out so I can try driving again. I’m not worried about the driving, just the in and out) and I was hoping we could get him in for a blood transfusion yesterday but everything takes so much longer than you think it will. He rallied a bit as the day wore on. We finally got confirmation late yesterday so we will go in today for a transfusion of PRBC or packed red blood cells. I can’t help but picture a line of little blood cells with backpacks and suitcases. I hope it helps him a bit. Fortunately my staff meeting was canceled for this afternoon so I don’t have to worry about getting done for that.
Our cats keep us amused. I’m so glad we got them. This is my new alarm system, on the left. It’s an automatic feeder for the cats. I know, I know, it seems ridiculous. I was chatting to Owen casually about feeding the cats. The way we had the cat food stored ended up being a lot of bending up and down for me which is difficult. Not that I couldn’t do it but it was painful. I was musing about a canister on the counter and where I could move the toaster, etc. and he suggested an automatic feeder. I kind of laughed at the idea and said they’d be too expensive. But lo and behold, they aren’t all that expensive so I succumbed.
You can store a big old bag of cat food in there and it just spits out the amount you want when you want. The first morning it scared me as I jolted awake with the surprisingly loud sound of cat food trickling into metal bowls. Now it makes me giggle happily. It’s like having a slightly demented grandfather clock striking midnight, just with cat food at 7 am.
Off to get ready for the cancer center. I hope you all have peaceful days.
Onward.
Love,
Cynthia
Feel better Ernie! And, now I want cats and a feeder…. ❤️❤️🐈🐈⬛
"like a slightly demented grandfather clock...." That made me giggle! I may well plagiarize you at some point in the future.
Wishing you both comfort.