St. Andrew’s day was 30 November. Andy is named after St. Andrew so that was his day. Well, every day is Andy’s day, but 30 November is the really big one for my kitty boy.
On the other hand, yesterday, 1 December, was all about me. I had my annual physical (me, above, waiting); on 1 December 1998, I quit smoking for the absolutely last time at 3:00 am and I am really pleased and proud I’ve stayed nicotine-free since then; 1 December this year was dialysis day and Mariah – Little Miss Perfect for the day – not only ended my session on the exact dry weight goal, she applied the bandages perfectly, with minimal bleeding.
The one on the left -the arterial access on my dialysis fistula – is the one most likely to bleed out, yet Mariah got it bandaged perfectly before that could happen. Way to go! You might be surprised how far blood shoots out from the arterial access if it isn’t bandaged precisely after the needle’s removed. (Easily six or so feet/ two or so meters – I call it “bloody hell”!)
Andy had been a really compliant kitty for a long time when medication time came around, yet yesterday we had a slight set back. He scampered under the bed in the guest bedroom, the little rascal! I didn’t have my walking stick with me, so had to leave scene to get it. When I passed it under the bed. I felt it touch Andy, but he didn’t leave his spot under the bed. I had to try getting him to move by sweeping under the bed from the opposite side, which, happily, got him to go over to the sofa, where I picked him up and medicated him. He protested a little, of course, but not too much. Yeah, he whines a kitty whine when he’s unhappy with me!
I used the fact I had my kitty in hand to work through some mats in his armpits. His next grooming session comes up on the 19th. He really needs it! His groomer sent me an e-mail yesterday with his 2023 schedule. She is so busy, once you become her client, she has to schedule you a year out to assure you your darling pet gets in for a grooming!