Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.
Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: Yep.
Overall day: 😕
Well baggees, that's been a roller-coaster two days! Yesterday was a good day. Busy but good. Furry Mama took Minty Mutt to Dunwich beach in Billy Bob Jalopy. She had one plan, he had another!
They wandered along the cliff top, with Archaeologist Annie imagining the huge town that has fallen into the sea. Visited the monastery that went the way of every other monastery in Henry VIII's England. Looked at the standing archaeology.
Then headed off to do a round walk. Minty Mutt stopped dead and looked at Furry Mama.
"What?"
"I don't want to go that way?"
"Why? Are you in pain?"
"No. I want to go in the sea".
"Oh. Okay then."
They set off again, back the way they'd just come.
Furry Mama stopped the mutt from trying to take the short route to the sea - straight over the cliff edge!
They then chilled on the beach for ages!
When home again, Creative Clara went into over drive trying to get ready for the vintage fair, while Minty slept.
Today. Well, today was a disaster. Nine hours at Ipswich hospital. Number one furry was seriously poorly. In agony. Baggy met him at A&E. A work colleague gave him a lift there. Baggy has never seen him in so much pain. They instantly gave him a massive painkiller and said it was a kidney stone! Hmmmm. Clever Bird wasn't sure how they would have missed that after months of tests! She started wittering to the Doctor. He vanished. He returned. "You have an infection".
Blood tests. Two hours later - the results. Definitely an infection. An hour later, Cal was on two drips. One antibiotics, the other painkillers. Six hours after arriving in A&E he was sent to a surgical ward. Half an hour later, he was told he was staying the night. Furry Mama decided to go off and buy him some food. A Doctor arrived. Furry Mama stayed. Clever Bird started wittering again. The Doctor was a gem (and a top Urology Consultant), after a long time, lots of questions, lots of tests, lots of proddling, he concluded that Cal does not have a kidney stone, or a kidney infection, he has a prostate infection. He still has a chest infection. He is not well! He is on four weeks of antibiotics and must rest for at least a week, but the Doctor decided he could go home, or he would probably have been stuck in hospital until Monday. He has to go back for ultrasounds and various other tests fairly soon. He is worried that he won't be earning any money again. Baggy's words, "I couldn't care less, I don't need money, I need you!"
They got home at 11am to a very frantic Minty Mutt. Calum went straight to bed. Baggy shoved a pizza in the oven and polished off half a bottle of wine, so if Creative Clara is slurring her words, she apologises baggees, but it's been a "time"! Especially, as while in A&E, Furry Mama got a call from the vet booking Minty Mutt's surgery for 13th July! No vintage fair tomorrow either! It's midnight, no way is Clara getting Baggy up at 5.30am, especially as Calum would insist on helping her! Thank goodness for happy pills baggees, Hormonal Hannah has only had a mini melt..........................