The end of the cat period in my life - for now

It has been beyond tough for the last month, what with the motorcycle accident on 2 October and now six weeks (minimum) at home>  Thank my lucky stars, Mum could come and stay with me for almost four of those weeks as I am now almost able to take care of myself in my flat. 

Sadly, today I had to put Dylan to sleep.  Morgana passed away this summer after a short illness which was a big surprise. I had been worrying about Dylan as he was at least 2 years older.  Finally, it just became too much to watch him get skinnier and skinnier and have more trouble getting around.  He was at least 21 years old to Morgana's 19.  This picture is from his San Francisco days - when he was a mere 14 years old.  He did have a good life. 

Saved from a vet in Knoxville in 1992, I took him in because Jen and Shannon and Susanne and Ross all thought I needed cats. He joined me in residence in Atlanta. Then boyfriend-at-the-time convinced me that two cats were easier than one, so Morgana joined our happy band.  Both moved with me to SF in 203 and then on to London, where they have been international cats of mystery for four years now. 

I will miss them both dearly.

My baby is total-ed

Well, if you look here you can see her when I first took possession of the bike in May.  Here you see the same side of the bike post-accident.  The insurance engineer decided it wasn't worth repairing. 

Right now I'm not sure what I am going to do about getting another one.  I have another several weeks before I can leave the house so I'll deal with that later.

Mum keeps timorous beastie at bay

lovely shiner

This was probably day 3 in hospital  - so round about 5 October.  Probably just before surgery on my leg.  The shiner was still pretty large and the cut on my nose from my glasses still healing.  Thank goodness for helmets.  At this point most of the body bruising hasn't even come to the surface yet and I didn't really take photos of that as it was just to gross.

Boy, did I want to have my hair washed.  Not sure which bits of hospital are worse dirty hair or bed pains of course there is also the endless round of needles.  

Some of the lovely flowers

Thanks to all of my friends who visited me and sent me flowers while I was in the hospital.  They really brightened up the ward - this was a particularly beautiful bouquet sent from my friends in San Fran.  At least I remembered to take a picture of these - they were so cheery.

Thanks

its been a pretty crappy couple of weeks

On 3 October, I was knocked off my scooter by a car that "didn't see" me. Incredibly painful broke two bones in my lower left leg.  Had to wait four days in hospital for surgery then another week before I could get out.  My Mother flew in from FLA to help me through the first weeks of recovery.  No wieght on my right leg for 6-9 weeks.  To say I have been a physical and emotional basket case is putting it mildly.

How ever on the plus side (I am very optimistic) I have had a lot of time to think and while not struck by any incredible insight, I have managed to not be my usual pissy self (though I have my moments) and found some moments of real laughter in the ward with the other patients, mostly women in the 70+ category getting knees and hips replaced.

Once I got over the whole bedpan things - why oh why hasn't someone designed something better for that function!! - and got through the surgery, then got home with Mum helping me out things began to look up.

So I thought I would spend the time I have stuck at home on getting a few things sorted out that I never did before.  1) get someone in to look at the garden.  2) get the flipping plumbing sorted out and 3) re carpet the really grotty bits of the flat.

So something to do/direct along with my physio for the next couple of weeks. 

big ole swollen leg with exoskeletan brace

couple of days after surgery