I have soda left: HT had a “Buy 2 get 3 free” special. But we ate all the pretzels.
I probably should go to Walmart, but my back is killing me. I was going to change the sheets, now that I have clean ones, but I just hurt too much. I had to take another pain pill, and it’s only been four hours since the last one...ungh.
It was 79 degrees and 60% at 0615...It’s not much improved, and today is supposed to reach 110. Phoenix, however, has a whopping 117 at Sky Harbor airport!
Bobbie came home from the hospital yesterday, and she seems much more comfortable. She has a weak heart, and
we’re waiting for the compounding pharmacy to get the drug ready for us to pick up on Monday. She has several
other drugs to take as well, but we have all of them because the hospital had them available on their premises.
She is ambulatory, eating, drinking water, and properly using the cat box, but she sleeps most of the time,
still tuckered out from the stress of being among strangers for several days.
I am sad that she is so easily distressed, but when we took her in, we soon realized that she had been ill
treated. It took us years to turn her from Miss Hissy Slashy to Miss Purry Petme, and there are still remnants
of her fears. We are most kind to her, and no matter what, she is treated gently and with calm voices.
Trips to the veterinarian’s are most troublesome, and I wish I could oversee her visits there in order to keep
her feeling comfortable and safe, but the doctors and assistants never allow that. And really, she probably
shouldn’t equate me with the fear and pain of the vet anyway.