Mistaken Identity

This is a picture of our new cat Molly, 9 months old.

 

This is a picture of Amber, 9 years old and now deceased about 8 weeks ago...

Very similar, we did this on purpose, as we hoped it would help Amber's brother Ted

see below - confuse him a bit - stop him grieving so much and waiting by the hedge for him to come back.

 

 We thought he was playing in the overgrown garden next door, but he wasn't. We found out at the weekend what he was actually doing when one of the neighbours came and accused Molly (sitting in our front window) of eating their cat's food.  Poor Amber was trying to stop the pain in his stomach by "eating out" thinking the pain was caused by hunger.  So all our careful measuring of his special food was in vain.

We explained that Molly was a different cat, younger and female, and did not go out yet. 
I don't think the neighbour was entirely convinced.  

Poor little Molly, she's at last become friends with Ted, see below, and he has a level of toleration of her which was better than we expected.

 
 Cat politics eh? 


 

Another one of those days!

I am supposedly resting.  Woke up feeling better than yesterday when I couldn't actually move. Not like me. I never usually stay in bed till twelve get up eat yoghurt for lunch and go to sleep on the sofa.

So today is apparently better. I have filled in an American Tax form which is a bit of a mission, tidied and cleaned the house, still feel weird, but I put it down to my new tablets.
After dear hubby went back to work today, the man up the road started playing his new drum kit.  He's been doing that all day, and I really can't tell if he's getting better or worse.

The TV aerial packed up, so I went digital, the Now TV box has also packed up. Channel 5 online on the computer only has yesterday's programmes.

I have a headache and toothache that feels like I'm chewing silver paper - a reaction to my new tablets. I bought ingredients to try a new Mary Berry recipe - then lost it somewhere.

I spent yesterday asleep and in the evening we washed our 17th Century pottery that we had not touched from the Sealed Knot Event two weeks ago at Edgehill. It was well sticky, and washing up is not much of a hobby!   I found the jar of blood I'd made and guess 
what ?  It had clotted like the real thing.

Red fruit tea, plum jam and a teaspoon of cocoa powder if you'd care to know - my own invention - and it looked great.  So that, clots and all was poured down the kitchen sink.

Strange thing tho' unpacking the herb lady stuff stressed me out, as if it was a physical reminder of that TIA and the hours spent in Warwick assessment unit wearing 17th Century costume.

I still find myself saying hippopotamus in times of stress - the Doctor told me if I could say it everything was okay.

I hope to be able to drive again in two weeks time after a visit to the hospital for a review.
hippopotamus hippopotamus hippopotamus.  OK I suppose.

So back to tonight - cooking jacket potatoes bacon and mushrooms - simple and filling. I hopefully will find the Mary Berry comfort food recipe tomorrow.

Friday the 13th - it MUST be my lucky day as all the other days of this year haven't been.

Oh well, onwards and upwards.

Have a good weekend everyone.


 

Edgehill

All set up to feed and heal the troops after battle. My Goodwyfe stall was going well, lots of visitors asking questions, smelling the herbs and potions and even my home made blood for the bandages came out perfect.

Then I had a mini stroke, started burbling unable to speak, my face fell on the left side and I was rushed to Warwick A&E.  It was scary and I was unable to take in what was actually happening to me. My husband noticed it immediately and the Sealed Knot medics sent us off with their Sat Nav - an australian guy who said "You have reached your destination, grab your sunnies and don't let the seagulls eat your chips!"

A week of hospital tests visits and scans and I am home again alone. I couldn't write for a week, I felt nothing, was nothing. Just existed in a middle world of eating, sleeping, tests and tablets.

What next?  More hospital visits, Drs Visits in a week or so. What now?  Me trying to be human again.  The only good thing to come out of this was my son came over from Sweden to see me. Pleasurable and frightening in equal measure.  Was he told something I didn't know?

 Although I look okay in the photo - paranoia and panic rages in every little pain or ache imagined or real. I am on two drugs one to slow my heart and one to thin my blood. I have after years of keep fit and dieting no blocked or furred arteries.

But I can't seem to find my way back to me.