I’m on a train to go and visit my mum in Manchester for a much needed break for a few days. I was supposed to go yesterday, but the cat needed antibiotics giving every six hours and The Bloke was at work.
Wobbly is ok. They have found that her lymph nodes are dark, suggesting lymphoma, but it is in the early stages as yet. After having a chat with the vet I have refused all further treatment for her aside from antibiotics to clear up the infection in her stomach and hopefully this will allow her to start eating normally again for a while. I appreciate that the vet was offering me all sorts of alternatives – surgery, biopsies etc – but I’m not putting a 19 year old cat through that. When it’s time, I’ll say my goodbyes.
This morning has been quite eventful. My doctors rang me to tell me that I would have to come in for a third set of blood tests as the sample that they sent off weren’t usable. I was so annoyed. If any GP’s practising in England are reading this I would love your advice on how to complain about an incompetent practice with rude and dismissive staff.
I got on the train and was lucky to find a large seat with a table and a socket to charge my mobile phone. All was quiet until a passenger in my carriage had his mobile phone stolen (he’d left it charging under his coat while he went to the toilet) and after the train manager made an announcement that he would call the police and have them meet us at the next station to review the CCTV footage it was returned.
Some people are scumbags. could see that the train manager was explaining to the passenger who took it and where the phone was found but I was prevented from listening in by two rather loud, rather posh elderly ladies who got on the train and sat opposite me. I was desperate to tell them to shut up but didnt have the heart.
Incidentally, the train manager is so pretty I could cry…