Feeling Sorry for the Camel

Oh dear, I think that I might be nearing the final straw.

I think that this might be a moan, so if you're not in the mood, then don't read any further ... unless, I suppose, you feel that my tail of woe might actually be amusing...

I broke the frame to my glasses on Monday. Can't manage without them & the optician no longer stocks the frames so have to wait until Saturday for an appointment to arrange a new pair. Out comes the trusty sellotape. Only other problem is that I suffer from astigmatism & so the lens needs to be in the correct position for optimum vision. I hadn't realised that if it wasn't I'd get double vision or, more accurately 'one and a half' vision ... have you ever seen a three-eyed human? No? Then envy me.

The other downside are the headaches & that I'm typing this, periodically closing one eye. I suppose that is not so bad as only the kittens can see - but walking into town? Hopefully no-one thought that the stange woman with sellotaped glasses was winking at them.

Just a little aside here because it probably is not just me that things are happening to. My friend, Pete is in hospital after having problems with his heart about four weeks ago. His son brought him clean washing last Friday. So kind. Only problem was that the washing had not been dried. Pete didn't give it to me to sort out until Tuesday. Can you imagine the smell? (Not sure if this is part of my tale of woe or his - as I was the one winking home, sellotaped glasses & extremely smelly carrier bag of heavy reeking washing on the bus that Tuesday night. Did you see me? Did you wrinkle your nose?)

Pete's other major hassle this week was last night. Yesterday he had an operation to fit an ICD - that's a sort of pacemaker but instead of working when the heart is beating too slow, it comes into action if the heart beats too fast or out of rhythm. The operation went well except that he started bleeding during the night. The application of pressure bandages just added to the pain of the incision. Pete was not a happy bunny today. However, bleeding finally sorted, the wound is covered by a clear dressing & looks as if it is healing well. He should be out of hospital & back home soon.

I've had a bad day today, all in all. Not too happy that Pete wasn't weller (I know that is not a word but who's writing this?) along with the little niggling things that are piling up.

It started today with a battery. An inoculous little AA battery that the cats had obviously been playing with in the hall. I didn't notice it (blame the broken glasses) & took a slow motion slide onto the tiled hall floor. One leg outstretched, the other bent behind me - almost the splits, which I must admit to never being able to do before. At the time, all the really hurt was my knee & hand. Later, I realised that the most damage must have been to my foot as it is extremely painful to walk & I had to hobble to see Pete in hospital this evening.

Then the cats knocked the kettle onto the floor. Not too much water but a nice crack in the plastic kettle. Fortunately it still worked as I know that I could not afford to buy a new one at the moment - especially as I am currently panicking about the water rates bill that's due.

About an hour later, the kettle was again on the floor. Loads of water this time. No burnt cats so I suppose that, sensibly, they waited till it cooled before knocking it over.

Finally, and probably now the penultimate straw, they just raided the larder cupboard. Spaghetti & string everywhere, mixed with powdered parmasan & rice. Thankfully the wet floor was dry by this time.

Did you know that when you walk on spaghetti it makes a nice crunching sound, almost like crisp, chilled, new snow?

Sigh.

Oh, by the way, it wasn't edible string. Just normal string that I'd put in the larder cupboard to keep it out of the way of the cats.

Hah!