Sod's Law! Made plans to go and sit in a garden on Friday and it was overcast and drizzling. Then Saturday and Sunday? Bright glorious sunshine.
I still went though, and took Stinkbug with me. He absolutely loved it! Had his little purple jacket on, attached the lead to it, and then pottered around for about an hour and a half. I live in a terraced street with very small gardens at only one side of the street. So the only wildlife he gets to see are a few starlings, a few pigeons, a couple of magpies, and a random bird of prey now and again. And of course, bugs. Lots of flies and bees and spiders, both in and out of the house. But that's not really a lot when you think of what's out there and could be seen! So heading to a garden that's usually full of dogs, and is about the same size as my house, x 3, right on the edge of the countryside was just 'WOW' for him. His eyes were looking everywhere, his ears were vibrating and twitching non stop, and his nose wasn't big enough to hold all of the scents. Totally brazen he was, plodding around the garden like it was his own.
The birds didn't exactly feel the same though, as he was shouted at and dive bombed by a starling, and the local tits were out in force tokeep an eye on him and shout at him from the trees. But the pigeons and the woodpecker ignored him, while the robin came right up close - but still a safe distance away - to see what he was. He found caves under bushes, and no doubt smelt foxes and mice. Oh, and a couple of squirrels ran up a tree and shouted at him, tails twitching in a threatening manner - and he stared them all down. He did a little gardening too, by chewing up some brambles and pulling them apart, and he attacked some pampas grass, and a wasp..... but the latter was ended quick smart!
Luckily, I had taken the extendable lead which meant that most of the time I could find a place to perch while he roamed. It meant I didn't get too sore too quickly, but I definitely wasn't comfortable. I think the cutest bit, was when a couple of aeroplanes went overhead and they freaked him out. He came running back to me and leapt into my arms, to snuggle on my shoulder for safety. Bless him. But it was definitely more successful than when I took Ladybug and Snugglebug over. lol
They were much more timid, and really weren't sure about the whole 'outside' thing. Snugglebug was a little braver, and would head more than a few cms from my feet to go and explore bits and pieces, but any noise and he would freak out. So of course, when he headed the wrong way around a waste burning bin, and got the lead tangled so that it pulled it over and clanged down the steps - all hell broke loose. Both cats freaked out, and tried to run - but of course were restricted by their leads. Snugglebug struggled until he was free of his jacket and then hid under a bush while Ladybug was like a dancing puppet. Seeing as how Snugglebug was under a bush and not going anywhere, I grabbed Ladybug and calmed her down with a cuddle and some soothing words. Then went to hunt down Snugglebug and get him back in his jacket again.
We stuck around for a bit more, as I didn't want that tobe their last memory of outside - which led on to the second issue. Ladybug had been growling a bit - but she's a very vocal cat so this isn't that unusual. I was giving her a cuddle to soothe her and try to work out what was wrong....... when I suddenly felt very wet. Turned out, the poor thing was desperate for a wee and didn't know she was allowed to go on the grass/anywhere outside she liked. She was very sorry, and thought she'd get into troube for weeing on me and then on the grass - but of course she wasn't, because she's got a dooly owner who hadn't thought about indoor cats not knowing outside is ok as a loo. Funnily enough, after she'd wee'd, there was no more growling. What a numpty!
Came home after Stinkbug's big adventure, and the two of us slept soundly, both knackered from our adventure. And that was Friday.
Saturday, was not a good day. Woke up at around 10am I think it was, and felt as if I was hungover, yet hadn't drunk anything the day before. My head was spinning and pounding, I felt really sick, everything ached, and I didn't want to open my eyes too widely. Took my pills, then took some extra pain killers and anti-inflammatories to combat whatever was going on. Felt a little better after a couple of hours, but still had the dizziness if I moved too quickly, or at all. lol. However, no instant food in the house and I wasn't up for cooking, and so began the internal debate.
What would take more out of me? Trying to stand and cook something that, tbh, wouldn't have been particularly nice as it would have been pasta and sauce from a jar - so I wouldn't have enjoyed eating it after all the effort. Or, do I try to make it to Asda and back with some fresh fruit and veg that I've not had in a while? I decided Asda, because that was less soul destroying than cooking something I didn't even want to eat, just because I needed to eat. The top and trousers I had on were clean and covered me, made me decent, so I didn't bother changing and hunting out pants, socks and bra - because that's just more energy used - so shoved on some wellie type boots that my feet slip into without any help and off I toddled.
There's a certain thrill, and sense of danger, when you leave the house without underwear on. (So long as you're someone who usually wears it outside) You really do feel a little naughty, and like everyone knows just by looking at you, that you're bare under that one layer they can see. And you're terrified that a strong wind is going to blow your top up, or some minging child is going to pants you. So that was an unexpected adrenaline rush!
I made it to the shop - fully covered and in tact - but I was already feeling the headache returning and the waves of nausea building. Luckily, I knew what I wanted, and I knew where they lived in the shop - so it was a well planned operation...... until I got to the tills and found them all full and with queues. This of course meant there was nothing to lean on or against, and no amount of changing my weight from one foot to the other to both was alleviating the pain I could feel building. Finally got a till, and I honestly didn't care about the looks I was getting as I leant on the self service checkout and awkwardly passed item after item from one side of myself to another. It was not a good look, and I could see the judgement on their faces and knew they thought my red sweaty face and stooped, supported posture was all weight related. But I paid them no heed, as I was trying to mentally prepare for the walk home again.
You know, I almost made it. There have been times I thought I was going to pass out on the way back, times I have almost fallen and caught myself on the wall, times I have been in floods of tears by the tme Igot back. But this was the first time I had to stop and vomit into someone's garden. I'd feel worse if it hadn't been into a flower bed with roses, who looked like they could do with a bit more fertiliser..... >.>
Of course no-one stopped to help, or ask if I was ok. Not in this area. With the way I was walking, they probably presumed that I was drunk to be honest. 6pm on a Saturday? Easily time for the drunks to be out wandering. But I made it home with all of my bits, sat on my sofa, had a cry, recouperated a bit, and then headed upstairs to brush my teeth and sort myself out a little. I was absolutely ROASTING, so all the clothes came off - all two pieces that there were - and on went shorts and a vest top. Back downstairs, fan on to try and cool myself down, and relax.... still feeling decidedly ill.
Eurovision cheered me up, despite the winner being one of THE WORST songs in the comp last night! Azerbaijan, Moldova and Romania were ROBBED! ROBBED I tells ya! I managed to eat soe strawberries last night too, so that was a nice pick-me-up too. But that's all I managed. In a way it was good that I was ill, because it gave me a more legitimate excuse not to go to the party last night, and I'm glad because from reports I got they were in a very expensive bar with like, church pews for seats that had bits that stuck out into your back!
Now today, Sunday, I have put flea medication on the cats, my head is still pounding and my stomach is still swirling, and I'm still roasting. But mentally I feel a little better than I did yesterday. Physically though...... I was sitting here minding my own business and suddenly there was a shooting pain from right to left across my back. It was so sharp, that it took my breath away and it was a struggle to breathe. That was a couple of hours ago now, minimum, and the pain is still there if I move..... so I haven't much. It's eased off enough that I can move my arms to type, and I can turn my head from side to side, oh, and I can move my legs. But if I try to move any part of my torso...... OW!
So for now I'm here on the sofa, hiding from the pain in my back. However, I can feel my bladder filling, and so there will be a trip to the loo upstairs that will need to happen soonish..... So I can't hide from it forever! What adventures I do have! lol
Oh, and for those asking, I'm going to try and put pics of the cats here..... fingers crossed this works!
Ladybug and Snugglebug
Ladybug
Ladybug and Stinkbug
Snugglebug and Baby Stinkbug
Slightly older Stinkbug and Snugglebug
Stinkbug as he is now
Lol. So, Stinkbug is about 6 months old while Ladybug and Snugglebug are 3 and a half years old. XD
