Cat not well.

My Cat started breathing fast this evening. I’d taken him to the vets yesterday and he was fine. They gave him some meds but I don’t think this is anything to do with this. I think he might have a fur ball. He sounded a bit wheezy before his breathing changed. After about an hour things have settled down and he is sleeping.

I rang the vets office anyway and they said they would call me back. I dare not drive to the emergency vets because of my Parkinsons and cataracts. They are on the other side of the city and I don’t want to put him or me at risk. So I’ll stay up with him and take him down my local vets in the morning.

It’s frightening when you live on your own and things go wrong. If I can’t rely on myself I’m in trouble. Age and the aging process is a pain.

Whisky over ice

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Something to calm my toothache!

Lockdown means the dentists are closed and when they open they have said they will only take emergencies. So I’m sucking paracetamol (only the recommended dose) and slowly sipping some whisky. I also got some toothpaste for sensitive teeth. I think I’m grinding them when I’m asleep. I’ve got things I need to do and this, plus a family problem has made me feel very down in the dumps.

Still I can’t stick my head (or my teeth), in the sand. I will have to try and sort myself out tomorrow. Life goes on….