This has predominantly been my view today – my cubicle in the Day Surgery while I wait to go into theatre for my spinal steroid epidural procedure.
It could not come a day too soon – I woke up this morning and could barely walk. My left leg had given up and I was in agony, the kind of agony where there is no good position to be in. I only just managed to hobble outside to feed the sheep and hens. I had no words.
And this is my cup of tea and digestive biccies post-procedure. All went very well and my left leg came home with me feeling much better so fingers crossed the steroids do their stuff and I can get back to what I consider is a normal life.
While under the needle, I kept myself going by thinking of yesterday – when we took our visitor to meet The Minions. She did request this. It wasn’t by force.
Our visitor brought her lovely black lab, Willow, into the field with the promise from me that my lot were used to dogs.
Albie was very curious, perhaps too curious, but Willow’s behaviour was exemplary.
So, for Willow’s safety, she was taken out and tied up next to the field.
It was probably for the best.
God alone knows what the Minions would’ve taught a nice young lady.
They might’ve corrupted her innocent soul with their evil ways.
As ever, the Minions were very sweet.
The old ladies watched on.
And we escaped unscathed ready to do battle for another day.
(This afternoon, while I stayed in bed resting, they’ve all had their feet trimmed. Apparently Newt was the utter worst – 26 whole inches of awful!)
At home, nursing staff are on duty 24/7.