Morning all, haven't blogged for a while as been up to my eyes in the appeal for the church bells. Have written and sent 84 letters, completed the Heritage Lottery Fund application, although not yet sent off as waiting for some paperwork to arrive, sent endless e mails, collected various amounts of money via cheques to help with the appeal and fallen into bed each night exhausted.
Strangely, the RA flare up which I had all over Xmas and New Year seems to have settled with all the rushing about, apart from my shoulder which is extremely painful today so much so that driving into the office for an hour this morning to finish off some work, was very difficult. Now back home so don't intend doing much for the rest of the day. Sat up late last night watching Blue Murder with Caroline Quentin. Got involved in it and just had to see it through to the end although it didn't finish until 11.35. I'm usually in bed and asleep by then! My Enbrel is being delivered today so have to be at home between 12.20 and 2.20 to get it in.
My MTX injections still haven't arrived at my local pharmacy despite being ordered a week ago. When I went in yesterday, they told me the manufacturers have changed the code and are now denying they ever supplied MTX to me (I've only been having it for almost 4 years!). They did ring the supplier whilst I was there and it should arrive today particularly as my injection is due today! so have to go down this afternoon to collect. Hope it is there otherwise will have to take the Enbrel today and leave the MTX until tomorrow or Friday which will throw out my routine!
The alarm was with Berry last Saturday - who reached a year old on the 11th January. Can't think how as he is such a pain in the A.... at times. Anyway, I was going to trim the end of his claws which have got quite sharp. Got him corralled on the sofa and holding onto him - he hates his feet being touched. Just got the clippers over the worst claw when he jerked away and I cut off more and nicked the quick. This promptly bled all over the place. Kitchen and hall floors looked like a massacre had taken place - if the police had turned up then, I would have been arrested!. Had to clean the carpet and sofa covers as well, put pressure on his paw to stop the bleeding. Had just got it stopped and finished cleaning up, when he started licking it again and the bleeding started again. Used up a whole kitchen roll. By this time I am in floods of tears thinking I have hurt him, he is licking my face, my husband is telling me not to be so wet and that I haven't hurt the dog but didn't offer to help! Next time I'll take a pair of scissors to his nail quicks and see if it hurts when I knick it!
In the end, got the first aid kit out, padded his paw, wrapped it round with that tape stuff and then a bandage secured with a rather fetching bow, and told the dog on pain of being turned into catmeat not to touch it. Bless him, he never did. The next morning, I took it all off and it had stopped bleeding and started to scab over.
The silly dog on Monday morning charged around the garden, opened up the claw again and more blood all over the kitchen floor. Mopped him and floor up, put him in his pen and went off to work! By the time I came back, it was clear it had not bled again and he is now fine.
I had to get down on the floor with him on Saturday and of course, couldn't get up again without using the chair for support. Himself just sat there and didn't give me a hand even though he could see I was struggling. Tilly the other lab came over and rested her head on my knee in sympathy and finally himself stirred and got me a whisky and water which I desperately needed. At that point Miinie cat came onto my lap and snuggled down. So surrounded by animals (I don't include hubby in this), I began to feel better knowing Berry's foot was well wrapped and vowing to let the vet deal with him next time.