Dopey Day-z

Continuing on from last night…having had just a few hours sleep because of my worrying about Day-z’s ear, I saw Mirinda off to work then rang the vet at 8:30 to get the earliest appointment possible. They managed to book her in for 11:50 so I did a bit of housework before Skyping with mum and dad.

Because Day-z was feeling poorly (and basically asleep on the back of the lounge) I Skyped from the extension, using the tablet. It was a perfect opportunity to show mum and dad our new chairs. Mum’s favourite colour is red (even her bridesmaid’s muffs were red at her wedding) so I knew she’d like them regardless.

They told me all about poor Norm and his deteriorating brain and also about some cutting edge stem cell brain surgery that may help him start remembering things again. Apparently it has worked before and might in his case. Let’s hope so. It’s a bit trying when he doesn’t remember anything and swears all the time.

I also heard about Denise’s almost completed move to her new place. That seems to be going great guns and, hopefully, she’ll be happily living alone again.

It was all too soon time for me to leave for the vet so off the three of us trotted, poor Day-z unaware of where we were going. Not that she’s ever really bothered by the vet though she’s never had to stay there on her own.

We only occasionally get the same vet (I have no idea why) and today was no different. The woman who looked at Day-z didn’t stop smiling. Her teeth were almost Ross-like in their whiteness. I know this because, not only did she not stop smiling but she did it with her mouth open. It made her appear very pleasant and yet vaguely odd at the same time.

Anyway, she knew her stuff and told me that Day-z will need to go in for sedation and ear grinding. Unfortunately it couldn’t be today because they’re chockers with other surgery requiring pets (possibly an influx of hamsters or chinchillas) so she’s booked in for tomorrow morning first thing. The vet then gave Day-z another dose of the Dopey Juice, saying she’ll be a bit dopey for a bit. That was a surprise.

Back at home she spent almost the day on the back of the lounge looking into the garden. When the sun went down, it didn’t stop her looking out into the garden it just proved she was actually looking at something different entirely. Possibly generated by the drugs soothing through her veins.

I had a note from Builder Dave saying he’d be coming round tomorrow to prime the step tops. We shall see. Mind you, the rain has held off for a few days and the noisy blower has been doing its job admirably. My fingers are too sore from their almost constantly being crossed so I crossed my hands instead.