This is what it sounded like on my breeze-way this afternoon.
Breeze-y, windchime-y, cat's meow-y sounds mixed in with traffic. Always traffic. I try to imagine that it is the sound of the sea, but it SOOO isn't.
Anyway..,
Today was going to be my ONE day of the week at home.
It didn't end up that way.
I went to my dad's early to meet with the visiting nurse. She was not happy with his breathing or the look of the sores on his leg. She thought he should go back to the hospital and made a call to the doctor. The doctor felt he should just increase his Lasix, back to the amount he had been on before this most recent hospital stay.
The visiting nurse comes again tomorrow morning. I talked to my dad tonight, and he said he was feeling pretty good. Had one episode of breathlessness, but that was when the physical therapist was with him.
I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. Actually, I don't even enjoy WATCHING doctors on TV. Changing the dressings on the bandages? I did that. It was icky, for lack of a better word. Bleeech.
Later in the afternoon I was back home. As I approached my door, I noticed that there was mail sticking out of the mail slot. As I pulled the mail out, I suddenly got wet.
How strange, thought I. It hadn't rained a drop while I was gone.
Then I smelled 'it'. Some unattended neighborhood cat had PEED on the mail in my mail slot! It had run down the letters like a slide and landed on my breeze way floor.
WHY?!
Poor old Uncle Barb was NOT happy about this. Nor was I. He meowed his unhappiness while I cleaned up the mess while muttering, why?!
I don't know why.
So, for fun, I took Uncle Barb out into the backyard and fine-tooth-combed a half dozen fleas out of his fur. And killed them dead. This is a battle I intend to win. The numbers are rapidly decreasing.
THGGM ordered pizza for us for dinner. I must have had that look.
(i want my mommy.)
Once a little bit of order was restored to my world, I collapsed into my squeaky rocker and stared off into space in that restorative sort of way everyone needs from time to time.
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I hope it was the cat that used to pee all over my front porch. :) Ok...that might not be nice to wish him on you. Luckily it hasn't been too hot so the smell isn't overpowering this summer. Normally it's all I smell when I walk out front. Yuck.
I don't think you should have to pay any bills that have been urinated on by a cat.
I hope those fleas are gone soon. Poor Uncle Barb.
And I really hope your dad is able to stay out of the hospital.
I never had a cat pee on my mail, but my car smelled like something died in it this morning. I couldn't find anything, so I opened the windows and went on my merry way.
Now I'm listen to the sounds of summer, which are making me want to nap, so I probably will.
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