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Moose spent overnight Sunday vomiting, so San Geraldo would have something to do. It started around 2:20 with “acks” on the bed. SG cleaned it up and I threw one comforter and a top sheet in the wash. Perhaps an hour later, Moose provided more. Another comforter in the laundry while the first dried. That time, Moose also left a mess on the floor at the foot of the bed. SG then cleaned up a mess in the hall outside the bedroom.
In the morning, I walked through the dining room and on my return, I noticed a trail where I had just walked. I had somehow missed it all (and missed stepping in it). I cleaned that up and found he had circled the dining room table. I then walked back to my bathroom and found a pile of crap on the floor. I think there may have been crap in SG’s bathtub or maybe that was another day. We thought Moose must have gotten into something but we had no clue what. We’re careful about what’s available to the cats.
Around 7 this morning, we both happened to wake up. SG went into his bathroom and discovered that Moose had just crapped again in the tub. Moose then walked into the dining room and proceeded to throw up on the rug. SG took the tub. I took the rug. We don’t know what’s going on. More vet time and vet bills. More stress.
Since it was such an uplifting night and day Sunday and Monday, I decided to go to Urgent Care after lunch Monday to have my shin checked out. It’s purple, blue, and red, still swollen (less so today) and, thanks to the swelling, the cut split open.
A couple of weeks ago while I cleaned my outer ear with a cotton swab, I decided to move some items from one shelf to another in the bathroom closet. Don’t ask why. It’s what I do. Why do one thing when you can attempt to do three at the same time? Holding the swab in my right ear, I leaned forward and to my left, kicking my right leg out in the air behind me (because, any opportunity for exercise). As I did so, I reached out strongly with my left arm. Reflexively, I imitated the forceful movement with my right hand and poked myself in the ear. I said to myself, “Shit. I think that’s what puncturing an ear drum feels like.”
So, I had a scan of my shin, which is fine. Only badly bruised and needing time to heal. I then saw another doctor about the ear. I did in fact puncture my ear drum. I have to put antibiotic drops in my ear three times a day for 10 days and then go back to the doctor. It requires me to lie on my side for 10 minutes. I did the first dose when I got back from the hospital around 5:30. I fell asleep for an hour and a half. It was a very un-productive day. At least San Geraldo made apple crisp Sunday.
On my long wonderful walk Friday, I came upon the three-day Extra Virgin Olive Oil Festival. Does your city have one of those? Although I didn’t try any of the samples, I did enjoy walking around. There were a few people from the Association of Traditional Basketmakers from the village of Posadas about a half hour mostly west of the city. That was pleasant to watch and I was tempted to buy a basket, but we have no need nor any room. So that’s the recent excitement. Oh, I did another load of laundry at 7:30 this morning.
Moose pasó la noche del domingo vomitando para que San Geraldo tuviera algo que hacer. Empezó sobre las 2:20 con “acks” en la cama. SG lo limpió y yo metí un edredón y una sábana en la lavadora. Quizás una hora después, Moose proporcionó más. Otro edredón en la lavadora mientras el primero se secaba. Esa vez, Moose también dejó un desastre en el suelo a los pies de la cama. SG luego limpió un desastre en el pasillo fuera del dormitorio.
Por la mañana, pasé por el comedor y, al regresar, noté un rastro por donde acababa de caminar. De alguna manera, no lo había visto (y no lo había pisado). Lo limpié y descubrí que había dado vueltas alrededor de la mesa del comedor. Luego volví al baño y encontré un montón de excremento en el suelo. Creo que pudo haber habido excremento en la bañera de SG, o tal vez fue otro día. Pensamos que Moose debía de haber comido algo, pero no teníamos ni idea de qué. Somos cuidadosos con lo que los gatos comen.
Alrededor de las 7 de la mañana, nos despertamos los dos. SG fue al baño y descubrió que Moose acababa de defecar de nuevo en la bañera. Luego, Moose fue al comedor y vomitó en la alfombra. SG se encargó de la bañera. Yo me encargué de la alfombra. No sabemos qué está pasando. Más visitas al veterinario y más gastos veterinarios. Más estrés.
Como el domingo y el lunes fueron días tan alentadores, decidí ir a urgencias después del almuerzo del lunes para que me revisaran la espinilla. Está morada, azul y roja, todavía hinchada (aunque hoy menos) y, debido a la hinchazón, la herida se abrió.
Hace unas semanas, mientras me limpiaba el oído externo con un hisopo de algodón, decidí cambiar algunas cosas de estante en el armario del baño. No pregunten por qué. Es lo que hago. ¿Para qué hacer una cosa si puedes intentar hacer tres a la vez? Con el hisopo en el oído derecho, me incliné hacia adelante y a la izquierda, estirando la pierna derecha hacia atrás (porque cualquier oportunidad para hacer ejercicio es buena). Al hacerlo, extendí con fuerza el brazo izquierdo. Instintivamente, imité el movimiento brusco con la mano derecha y me pinché el oído. Pensé: «Mierda. Creo que así se siente perforarse el tímpano».
Me hicieron una radiografía de la espinilla, y todo está bien. Solo está muy magullada y necesita tiempo para curarse. Después fui a otro médico por el oído. Efectivamente, me perforé el tímpano. Tengo que ponerme gotas antibióticas en el oído tres veces al día durante 10 días y luego volver al médico. Tengo que estar tumbado de lado durante 10 minutos. Me puse la primera dosis cuando volví del hospital sobre las 5:30. Me quedé dormido durante una hora y media. Fue un día muy improductivo. Al menos en San Geraldo hicieron crumble de manzana el domingo.
En mi largo y maravilloso paseo del viernes, me topé con el Festival del Aceite de Oliva Virgen Extra, que dura tres días. ¿Hay uno en tu ciudad? Aunque no probé ninguna de las muestras, disfruté mucho paseando. Había algunas personas de la Asociación de Cesteros Tradicionales del pueblo de Posadas, a media hora al oeste de la ciudad. Fue agradable verlos y estuve tentada de comprar una cesta, pero no la necesitamos ni tenemos espacio. Esa es la emoción reciente. Ah, puse otra tanda de ropa a las 7:30 de esta mañana.
• Aceite de oliva Renacer de El Rinconcillo, a media hora al sur de la ciudad. Se dice que es excelente, aunque en España no hay colibríes.
• 45 minutos al oeste de nosotros en Cañete de las Torres.
• La cara también estaba tatuada. Por supuesto, la gorra tenía el logo de Playboy estampado en la parte delantera. No es mi tipo de playboy, pero los zapatos son otra cosa.
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Three day extra virgin olive oil festival? That made me laugh. Is there a single day in cordoba that doesn’t have a festival or celebration going on?
Sorry to hear about poor Moose. After the first time or two of vomiting you wouldn’t think he still had plenty more. Same for the other end.
ellen abbott:
You know, I don’t think there IS a day without something special going on. I miss so much. Just missed a spectacular equestrian event. Yes, poor Moose. I don’t know where it all comes from… although he does like to eat.
Well, now I understand this blog post’s title.
Debra:
It was a stretch although very specific.
Are you trying to tell us your house is full of shit? That sounds awful.
Mistress Maddie,
Not at this very moment (we’re not home) but often!
I prefer to think about the olive oil than the cat-doings, to be honest.
As for you and your mishaps, why the hell were you doing your ears while rearranging objets d’art and balancing on one leg? I’d shout louder, but oh, no – you popped the bloody eardrum. Doh! Jx
Jon,
What did you say??? Oh, I see. I’m multi-talented! I can straighten a shelf, unpack rolls of toilet paper, exercise, and puncture my ear drum. All at the same time.
OUCH on all counts!
Yes, it sounds like Moose ate something he shouldn’t have.
Hope you mend/heal soon.
Trying to imagine having local extra olive oil……will have to be content with local wine, I guess.
Jim,
We have local wine events, too. I don’t cook and I don’t drink wine!
Nor do we. But nice to think it is produced for those who do right next door.
Every time I stick a swab in my ear I think about the fact it shouldn’t be done, not that it stops me. Maybe your story will. My daughter got a bone bruise on her shin in college and it took AGES to heal.
Your household needs some relief!!
Kelly,
I think the same thing and am always (well, clearly not always) careful. Thanks for the info about the bone bruise. I’ll be patient.
Oh my Lord. I feel almost as sorry for Moose as I do for you and SG. I think I might have confined that poor cat to a bathroom just to contain the messes but he probably would have hated that. Please keep us posted on how he’s doing.
We all know we shouldn’t stick anything in our ears except for our air buds and hearing aids but most of us do anyway. I’m so sorry you had to go through what I am sure was a very painful experience. I’m glad you got it checked out and the shin too.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon,
Moose couldn’t cope with being locked in anywhere. He’d howl and hurl himself against the door.
All our lives we’re warned never to put anything in the ears. Then eventually an audiologist says here, put these tiny hearing aids right in your ear, as far as you can! Sorry your multitasking landed you in harm’s way. That and the up chucking kitty, what the heck did he eat!
It weren’t for bad, you’d have no luck at all. Boud
Boud,
Doom, despair, and agony on me.
Extra virgin oil? Supply must have exceeded demand.
Kirk,
This is Spain. Supply never exceeds demand.
Ack! Too much, too much. Poor Moose. Poor you and Jerry! Wishing you speedy healing. Olivia
Olivia,
Thanks. Ack!
Oh Mitchell, you are a bit of a walking disaster..at least you are still walking!!
As for those sickly cats…….I hope that you all feel better soon.
Frances,
I have no idea why blogs do what they do with comments. My commenting on other blogs is so inconsistent. And I like to describe myself as an accident waiting to happen.
PS That was me, Frances about you walking!!
This is the only blog I comment on that doesn’t automatically add my name….anyone know why? Is it something I can change?
Oh please do be careful, and watch where you step. Icky! Really good fresh olive oil is a great joy. Just a few years ago the draught had drastically reduced the harvest, it is good to see it is back going strong. Just keep the cat from drinking it.
David:
Fortunately, the cats stick up their noses at anything non-cat related.
Oy, what a time you’re having.
Hopefully Moose is fine and just ate something he shouldn’t have, but then you … Oy! I, too, have been known to stand at the bathroom sink and shave and while shaving I hang up towels and change my clothes. I may have to slit my throat before I realize how foolish I can be.
I did laugh at the middle of the night “ack,” because I know that sound all too well.
Bob:
Spoke with the vet’s office this morning again. It’s, sadly, not just something he ate. Will keep you posted. I can picture you shaving because, obviously, that’s exactly how I do things. It’s amazing we’ve lived this long.
At least your cats are considerate and poop in the tub where it’s relatively easy to clean, instead of, say, on the sofa… 😛
Anonymous:
You’re right about that!
Poor Moose! And poor you — a bruised and battered leg AND a punctured eardrum! There really is waaaay too much happening in your life right now.
I remember walking through that square where your olive oil festival photos were taken! I didn’t see the Playboy, though, sadly.
Steve:
It’s been kind of an annoying week. And today knocked us both out. And, yes, the Olive Oil Festival was at Plaza de las Tendillas. I saw the playboy just north of the Roman Gate by the river.