Today has seen me having to rest up, from necessity. I clearly didn't drink enough at the Fair over the weekend (although we brought 2 litre bottles of mineral water with us), as by Wednesday night I went to bed early, slept half an hour and was then up every half an hour for the loo - clearly a UTI brewing. I got some Sodium Citrate powders from Boots, but decided I would try for an emergency appt. at the Dr's as my kidneys were starting to hurt and I felt yuk and the weekend was looming. Now I'm on antibiotics for a week - only taken two so far but feeling a little better, though I was awake half the night again. After 2 hrs downstairs, I went back to bed and slept deeply for 4 hours, comforted by one of my quilts folded in half and making me nice and warm. At 9 a.m. two cats woke me (brothers Little Whale and Alfie) who clearly thought I was slacking as they were still Locked In The Kitchen - Keith had come down earlier but not noticed the door was still shut.
I've been on the sofa all day, either sleeping or watching tv and reading the paper, but had a stroll along the lane to get some fresh air and felt better for that. I made an executive decision this morning that we would have a chippy supper as at that time I felt so out of it, cooking was definitely a non-starter. I couldn't even face hoiking out a frozen anything I'd batch-made earlier to be slung in the popty-ping. Update: I had an end of the fish (sans batter) and some chips, but felt so guilty for having them 3 times in a week, my appetite went. No more till next year now. Mr Fox will do well tonight.
Should we both feel up to it tomorrow, we hope to go and visit one of the houses open for Open Doors, but the one we like may be a bit too far an ask for Keith. We'll see what the morning brings.
Theo goes from woofing down some pate-type cat food he loves, to ignoring it and hoping for Something Different - which sometimes he eats and sometimes he doesn't. He has gained a little weight, is snuffly, but looks quite bright. Obviously there needs to be a key to getting his full appetite back to eating dried kibble again, and I am so missing his chirrups. He has decided he Might Like Dreamies (which are an exorbitant price) but only a couple at a time . . . As long as he has an appetite we will persevere but I may take him back to the vet again on Monday and see what she thinks.
