Update on the breeding bugger of a cat, and various other stuff.

I’m allowed to call her a bugger.  I love her to bits, but there’s no denying she’s a complete and utter arse.  🙂


Yes, Pie’s finally done (one of her kids was also fixed a few weeks ago, waiting with D as she’s still fairly petite, and not even 3kg yet)!  *does the happy dance*

As you can see she still got the indentation where her fur was shaved.

Fun and games started as soon as I went to pick her up.  Pie is glaring at my with furious eyes in the carrier, whilst I’m chatting to the vet.  Vet tells me to keep her in for 10 days.  I said Pie would kill me if I kept her in for 10 days.  And I mean, she would actually figure out a way to murder me.

I sigh, and say “fine”, knowing it will never happen.

So, I ask when I can take her collar off.  Vet says to keep it on for 10 days!  Hahahahahahaha!  Oh my goodness, this vet is clearly on some heavy drugs, or has never had a cat.

I’ll tell you how long the collar lasted for – less than 2 minutes!  As soon as we were in the car, Pie managed to push the collar off.  Atleast her glaring look subduded a few nothches after that.

So, wanting to keep her in for the night, cat litter tray, food and water gets put in our bedroom, and the door shot.  Pie goes to sleep…

Until 2am.  Come 2am she’s launching herself at the door handle (she can open the downstairs doors… however the bedroom doors are old, and tricky, as you have to hold the handle down whilst pulling at the door).

I figure it will be less stressful for her, and cause less stress on her body to just open the door…

So, Pie flies though the catflap, and I end up sitting up, worrying about her…


I didn’t worry for too long – less than 20 minutes later she returns – with a live bird in her mouth!!!


Luring Pie into the bathroom, I then spend the next 30 minutes trying to catch the bird in a box.  When bird finally released, and I open the bathroom door, Pie is there proud as can be, with a look that said “This is what you get for locking me in the bedroom”.




Otherwise, it’s blooming freezing… not good for the arthritis, but Boo is loving the fact that the fireplace is in use again:


Been to hospital appointments, and the specialist I’m seeing is trying to get me onto a drugs trial.  Have also walked around like a fashion guru with the last accessory of the season – a heart monitor.  Atleast it was so tiny and light it could be clipped onto my bra.


Being the idiot that I am, and having gotten as plump as a piggy, I’ve decided to try the Insanity workout.  Of course there are days where I can barely move, so the time-scale isn’t really being followed.  However, on a good day, I decided to do the Fit Test… you’d think it wasn’t possibly to fail a fit test, but I managed – ZERO push-up jacks.  Hahahahahaha!


Signing off with the of my gorgeous girls lurking at the fish:



Princess Zoloft


Not to be confused with Princess Zelda.  😉

Little update on the health… been to the hospital, more blood drawn (these test apperantly take 4-6 weeks for results!), another ECG done, and I’m on a list to get one of those heart monitors to wear for a few days…

However, not back in the hospital for three months!!!  And I refuse to feel this shitty until then… so you take action.  And what is action?  Zoloft!

I went to the docs, first thing I said was “I want drugs!”.  Hahahaha.  Armed with printouts of what could help for the fatigue (I can deal with crazy heart, the pain, migranes, wonky eyes, wanting to puke, and being out of breath if I could just get a little bit of energy).  I had decided on either trying Prozac, Paxil or Zoloft… with Prozac being my first choice after comparing the side effects (which are all similar, but Prozac seem a little better than the others).

Doc however advised that Prozac is “old-fashioned”, and Paxil is very hard to come off of, which left Zoloft.

So, first tablet yesterday… 5 hours later I was “tipsy” (or, if you’ve ever tried “Bubble Gum” weed, just like that).  Everything was blooming hilarious.

Again, did a wee bit of a search, and it should hopefully adjust in 4-5 days at the max.  I don’t mind being happy, but getting the giggles from anything and everything is a little over the top.  🙂

Anyway, this morning, instead of just sitting there like a vegetable for 2 hours before I muster up enough energy to do the dishes or something, I felt pretty “normal” after just 10 minutes of getting up.  Stairs don’t seem like Mount Everest, although I still sound like a beached whale getting to the top.

Will let you know how it goes… so far, if the “everything’s hilarious” goes away, I’m giving it a thumbs up.  😀


Pic taken on the way down to the sea… hundreds of these beautiful caterpillars everywhere!

My poor babygirl… and this and that.

DSC_0028My poor little babygirl went in to be spayed the other day (if you fancy seeing a close-up, here’s a pic taken 24 hours later… nicely healing, but looks like a butcher did it)…  BUT… and there’s a massive BUT… I am furious with the vets on how they dealt with it.

She’s NOT spayed!  Nope, no spaying done at all.

Other half took her to the vets, and I informed him he had to give them his mobile number, as he would be closer, and could get there in 2 minutes, should he be needed for any reason.

And they called him.

To tell him she’s pregnant.  Of course she’s fucking pregnant – that’s what cats do the best.  But she can still be spayed!  But no, they called him and informed him there’s babies in the tum, and that there “might be complications” (of course there might be fucking complications!!!  There might be complications during ANY spaying), and whether he wanted them to go-ahead with the spaying, or let her have the kittens.  They even went as far as saying she’s fit and healthy and there’s no reason why she couldn’t have another litter!

So, other half was now worried about Ms Monkey-Pie and any complications, and worried about the “babies” (Catholic and all), and decided against going ahead with the operation.

He then called me… and told me she was preggers, to which I replied “of course she is”, and he then said they had given him the option of whether to go ahead with the op… he didn’t tell me he’d by then already told them to close her up.

I hang up on him and call the vets straight away – telling them to please go ahead with the op (although I knew I would cry like a little baby afterwards… I shouldn’t have worried as I ended up bawling my eyes out anyway).

And they say – oh we’ve already closed her up, and she’s waking up, we can’t go ahead with it now!

I was fuming – sad and upset for Pie, and fuming that they had put it in a way to my other half to make it sound like it would be in the best interest of our girl to have the kittens… it’s NOT in her best interest!  She had a litter less than 12 weeks ago.  She needs to be able to be her again, not just a mummy.

So…  now she will have another litter… which will only be getting milk from her for the first 2 weeks, after that they will be on the bottle, so Pie can be spayed as soon as possible.


And so the last two girls of Pie’s litter will be re-homed.  We decided to keep them when I wasn’t 100% happy with any that offered them a home.  They’re my little baba-lubas… my little angels.  We absolutely adore them to bits (and I wish I could show you loads of pictures, but with the two of them racing about or climbing legs or curtains it’s impossible to get a decent picture.

Our favourite is bringing them into bed and see a film – it doesn’t matter if the film is rubbish – the two of them pouncing about on the bed is excellent entertainment.  😀

But… with hand rearing kittens coming up, and constantly having to keep an eye on the two girls with the dogs still, and there are days where I can barely walk, and to top it off Pie’s started to become agressive towards them… the girls would be better off with the right family.

And if all goes to plan, they will be joining their new families this week…  we could have done it over the weekend, but it’s heartbreaking to let them go… although we are thrilled with their new home.  They will be playmates to a pre-teen girl who’s slightly differently able.  She lost her elderly cat a while ago, and her and the kittens will be having loads of fun.  They will be living on a small homestead, and it’s a three generation family, where grandma already has three kitties that bring home pressies every day (if they grow up to be like Pie, they will be in heaven catching mice and birds!).


(The two baby-monkeys running riots on the sofa)


So, heartbreak and kittens aside… I’m really not doing too well at the moment.  If it’s not the body, it’s the head… and of course there’s days where there’s both!  😀

Luckily I’m seeing the cardiology specialist this month, so hopefully something can be sorted.  There’s some tablets I could try help with the fatigue, but I’ve tried to get a doc appointment and couldn’t get any until this week, and as there’s now less than 2 weeks to the hospital appointment I saw no point, as I wouldn’t be certain if the tablets were working or I was just having a few good days until then.

Head’s either all over the place, or gone away on holiday… the other day my other half found a pack of ham I’d stuck in the medicine cabinet.  *sigh*


Other half’s been doing wonders with the porch in-the-making!  😀

Soon enough I will get the blasted washing machine out of the kitchen, and can finally start figuring out how we want the kitchen – and I can order my fridge!!!  This is like the highlight of the summer for me.  😀

I am however NOT impressed with a local company that supplies roofing shingles.  We bought a pack, and was short 2 “strips” (or whatever it’s called).  Went back to see if they had any loose… and they did – as they were scattered outside!  And they refused to let us have two loose ones!!!  Bloody bastards.  We’d been happy to pay, but instead we had to buy a whole blooming pack for £40.  In the end they’re the losers… if they’d let us buy two of the loose ones, we would have happily recommended them to people, as the shingles are great… but they customer service let them down.  I won’t slag them off by name (it’s their livelyhood), but not a word of praise will be spoken either.

This is why I love B&Q.  I would rather support local businesses… but B&Q’s got it right.  They’re always so happy to please.  Just the other day I spotted a tray of alpines.  I wanted them!  But the tray was missing one plant.  So I wandered around trying to see them, so I could get a full tray… but of course didn’t spot them (ham in the medicine cabinet!)… so asked a chap that worked there.  He said I thought that was the last, but still went to check, and when realising it really was the last tray, he knocked off a big chunk of the price for me.  They’re looking really nice around the pond, I shall try to post pics one of these days.


Although the weather hasn’t been great at all, the waterlilies are doing fab!  We’re now on the second one in the back garden (pink) and the third and fourth in the front garden:


(Second water lily in the back garden)


(My massive hunk of a tomcat showing off the third and fourth water lily in the front garden… the one closest just opening up).

DIY bra eye patch?

I figure the title would be read with a question mark on the end, so I added one.  😀

WTF is a bra eye patch?  Well – an eye patch made out of a bra, of course!

My eyes have been shagged for months now, with giant floaters in the right eye, and tiny floaters in the left eye (and I’ve also developed some mysterious “mist” the last week.  Whatever I’m looking at will completely disappear… it’s like someone’s taken airbrushing a few steps too far in my sight).  Have had them tested, and my eyes are “remarkable” (due to my prescription not having changed since I was 19), and nothing happening in my eyes are causing the floaters.

Only thing the optician could suggest was that I am so fatigued, my eyes would be too… so I figured until I see the specialist end of July, I had to take action as the blasted floaters is making me paranoid as fuck.  I keep thinking I’m seeing spiders!!!

So, went to pharmacy a couple of days ago – wanting an eye patch.  Surely the pirate look must be in this summer.  To my major disappointment – they had none!  Instead I came out with some shitty stick on pads, which cost a bomb, and falls off after about 8 hours.  If I do try to remove them before they start falling off themselves, it’s like someone’s stuck them on with superglue.  Grrrr.

So, last night I figured I’d google eye patches… and frankly, even with my dodgy eyes and arthritic fingers I’d figured I’d be able to whack something up.

Question was – with what?  I got no fabric… and it’s not that long ago that I took all unwanted clothes to charity.

And then the lightbulb came on – a bra!  I know I got a heap of old bras, stuck in the back of the wardrobe somewhere… so then decided to see if anyone had made one… but only found that bras are great as an eye patch for horses!  Well, if it’s good enough for the horses, it’s good enough for me. 🙂

And here’s the results:

One pirate patch, and one that slips over the glasses.  No more annoying pads that either falls off, or refuse to come off.  😀

Nipple tassels gone astray?


Getting undressed for the bath tonight, I was chatting to the other half.  Suddenly he smirks, and says:

“Your nipple tassels has gone astray.”

Nipple tassels?  What the fuck is he on about?

And then I look down… and see two of these thingy-bobs still stuck on the top of my chest.  😀


I was pretty certain I’d gotten them all off (together with about a bucket of gel), but clearly I’d managed to leave two on after the ECHO.  Ah well – about time I had some nipple tassels go astray.  😀

In the pink?


Nope, def not “in the pink” at the moment, but, although today is worse than yesterday, it’s certainly so much better than Tuesday!  😀

Apart from my headaches having gone from bad headaches to migraine intensity, Tuesday I found myself puking… and realised I’d wasted a lot of time wanting to puke (in the hope I would feel better), as it did bugger all for taking the queasiness away.  And just to make sure it’s kicking me while I’m down, my body has now decided to bless me with eye floaters.  Just what I wanted – big swimming black spots in my right eye.  *sigh*  I thought they’d be temp, but the wee bugger’s been there for a week now, and it’s really annoing me, so I keep wearing a hat pulled halfway over my right eye.  Sexy.

But – the good news is I got my ECHO coming up next week.  Yay!  Only problem is that doesn’t actually fix anything, but hopefully the scan will take me down the right path to be fixed.  😀



Posted for the One Word Photo Challenge:  Pink – http://jennifernicholewells.com/2014/05/13/one-word-photo-challenge-pink/


I ♥ my heart

Well, you would have thought I’m be pretty cheesed off with my heart at the moment, but quite the opposite – it’s doing a fabulous job with what it’s got.  😀

The point is I’m dying.  But not any more to the point that anyone else that’s alive.  And my ticker is doing it’s very best not to make that happen too soon.

I’m not gonna go into the incompetence of the doctors on the blog, but let’s just say none of them found it concerning that I am so knackered I have to crawl up the stairs, that I have blinding headaches each day, and that I am constantly queasy.  In the end they only gave me an ECG to “prove me wrong”, and none would take the bother to listen to my heart (which would have led to an ECG anyway, but atleast it would have been an ECG done for the right reasons).

Doctor refused to discuss the ECG results, and claimed he wanted to send me to an ECHO, to give me peace of mind.  I told him there was no need for any ECHO as long as he could tell me my ECG results were fine.  He didn’t.  Nor did he say they were bad.  He was worried, as three of them had been dismissing what I’d told them.  I asked for a copy of the ECG results, he didn’t want to give them to me.  He asked if I knew how to read them, if I knew someone who knows how to read them.  My plan was to plaster them online, and have someone who knows their shit help me out… there was no need for that.  When he eventually gave in and handed me a copy – ANYONE that can read English can read the results – as they’re written in English right there in the top right corner!!!

So… that’s **abnormal ECG** with Sinus Tachycardia, ST Depression and Left Artial Enlargement.  And I’m now awaiting an ECHO scan.

But… as I said, my heart’s doing a marvellous job.  It will race like a proper bastard to tell me to sit down, it will feel tight to tell me “watch out!”, and it’s making me exhausted, so I cannot do anything.  Good little ticker, keeping me here.

What I do NOT appreciate is the blinding headaches!  Which is also why I’m not online much… if I don’t like or comment on your posts, or don’t reply to a comment… I’m not ignoring you, it’s simply a task I cannot do much of.  Nor do I appreciate the constant queasiness.  Rocking back ond forth on the sofa hoping to puke (yes, I’d love to puke, if that would make me feel better) is not what I consider fun, especially not when you mix it with the headaches.  😀

Now, I know from last year, the headaches and queasiness is just warning signals (that unless things change – something I prefer not to happen, WILL happen).  It’s ok, I got the message.  Now please turn them off.  😀


5 little babies!

Still around.  😀  Although, no thanks to the docs.  Bloody useless (completely incompetent morons), and blood tests now has to be redone again next week, after seeing the doc again, a doc who hadn’t even been bothered to read my records.  What a waste of my energy (which I’m so lacking!) having to walk to the docs, and of the docs time, although if all patients are treated like me you might as well have a piglet oinking around in the docs office instead of the doctor, as I’d get the same help, but atleast the piglet would have put a smile on my face.  So, that’s yet another trip for more blood tests and yet another blood pressure to be done next week (they just did my fucking blood pressure last week!).

So, not online much, got awful headaches, and laptop screen (although brightness turned way down) isn’t helping.  I just about only go online to whack on free bingo hourly.  😀

But – I thought I’d post this:


Ms Monkey-pie made 5 little babies today!!!

They are absolutely wonderful, and I’m so glad they’re here safe and sound.  Monkey-pie was supposed to be spayed in winter, but after 2 failed attempts (once she was sent home, the second time the car refused to start), I got a feeling it wasn’t ment to happen yet…  and I think this was the reason – 5 amazing little babies.  2 just like their gorgeous mummy, and 3 just like their handsome daddy (my tomcat was spayed 10 years ago, but the other half took a picture of Ms Monkey-pie’s “boyfriend” as he was wooing her… sadly I didn’t get the chance as it was whilst I wasn’t able to move).

I still don’t know what sex they are, as I don’t want to upset Ms Monkey-pie by moving them away from her to check yet, but will have a looksie in the next couple of days.



Ack… it might be time to see the doc again

I know how proud people are of the NHS here in the UK, “free healthcare!”.  Well, as NI is paid, it’s not truly free. is it?

But anyway, I do love that the healthcare is the same for everyone (unless you go private), and everyone gets the same service.

My problem is the service…  I’m afraid I got nothing good to say about it.  When I had a pneumonia and was coughing blood, in such pain I had to sleep sitting up, I got advised to take paracetamol.  *sigh*  When I had problem in the nether regions the doctor said I had probably had a misscarriage, and when I said that was impossible she claimed I’d been sleeping around!

When I had suspected leukemia the doctor first refused to tell me what they were testing for, until I asked specifically if it was for leukemia, which he then reluctantly admitted.  I had to wait a week for the test results, and when they finally came back they were “inconclusive” (I hopped on a plane the next day, took tests in a different country and the doc there called me less than 24 hours later to assure me it wasn’t leukemia).

My last encounter with a doctor, when I had had an infection stemming from a tooth that had spread to the top of my mouth, being so painful I hadn’t slept for 3 days, and the doctor refused to give me antibiotics, and instead wanted to arrange for me to have councelling regarding my dentist fear.


So… I am not eager.  Not eager at all.  Nowever, I’m not getting better, and I seem to have developed dysphasia (or aphasia for the US English).  I’ve noticed that I’ve had problems with words for over month.  It’s not that I forget, I’m one of those that will normally say things like “that thingy-bob”…  but that I replace a perfectly normal word with a completely different one.

Other half has picked up on it many times (I don’t notice until he points it out).  My writing speed has gradually slowed down, and is just getting slower and slower, as I now have to consider how to spell things, something I haven’t needed since I first learnt to read and write.

So, mix that with the constant fevers, the lethargy and generally feeling unwell, and it equals something that makes me frightened (not for me, but for my other half).


So, I’ve given myself a deadline, not better by Monday morning, and I’ll go see the doc.  Ack.  Not that I think I’m gonna get any help there, but I will insist on a complete blood count.  I really wish there was private docs nearby, as if you ask for a CBC there, they will happily give it to you (with a hefty fee!).

I do of course hope the dysphasia is simply due to stress, and although stress is something I generally never suffer from, I am highly stressed about the fact that I’m currently comepletely useless.  😀

But, it could be something that’s developed from my tooth infection spreading, and if it is, then that’s not anything I can fix myself.


The wrong shape…


Now I can’t cook (as in anything I cook ends up inedible), but baking is something I occasionally enjoy.

Today was probably not the best day for it, still floating about on painkillers, and my left hand is currently taped up into some unusable mannequin hand… however I wanted muffins.

Couldn’t find my usual recipe, so went online to find one that would suit what the cupboard stocked.  I decided on this one.

I used a large mug as measurement, and thus added 2 eggs, and two well topped spoons of baking powder.  And they came out the wrong shape!!!

Now it could possibly be that there’s nothing worng with this shape – but the muffins I normally make are giant mushroom shaped ones – blooming over the top.

The ones made today are very yummy, no question about it.  Slightly crispy on the outside, and light and fluffy on the inside.  Flavour is spot on (I added chocolate and banana)… but the wrong shape.  I ate a little of one (of course all the parts with the chocolate!), but I’m so annoyed they don’t look like the gorgeous mushrooms I normally bake it’s really putting me off.  Luckily the other half absolutely loves them… but even he says they look nothing like the ones I normally make (although this doesn’t seem to stop him from eating them).

This will irk me no end until I manage to make some that are the right shape again.  😦