It's been an odd start to the new year for Baggy. She herself is getting better having come off the anti-depressants; the bleeding ulcer(s) that returned after only a week of being back on them, seem to have stopped bleeding. Of course, the only way for knowing that for sure, is if she has another gastroscopy. Clever Bird waits to see what her nice GP will say about it in a couple of weeks. Freda Fretter is fairly sure that the anaemia is still almost being held at bay, but Baggy's so tired once again, that she could be wrong. Hormonal Hannah is coping too. Just. The depression is remaining at bay - the anxiety on the other hand, not so much. But then, once again, there is stuff for her to be anxious about.
It's nice to be 'feeling' again though - even if some of the feelings are awful. At least they are proper feelings. Now they're back, it's obvious to Clever Bird just how dramatically the anti-depressants stifle all of Baggy's feelings, not just the depressive and anxious ones.
The good news is that Pepper Pooch has been signed off by the vet, although he's still not to be hurtling after balls. The bad news is that Hinge cat has not. She should have been signed off on Monday, and Furry Mama had thought that she would be. She seemed to have made a massive recovery. Until Saturday that was, when she took a turn for the worse. Hundreds of pounds worth of blood tests are currently being analysed, but the vet's money seems to be on either feline leukaemia, or feline AIDS. If it is one of those diseases, not only will that be the end of the adorable Hinge, it will almost certainly be the end of the wonderful Bracket as well, as she will have also caught it.
Furry Mama is back at the vets' tomorrow for the blood results. Then either, x-rays and a lung-flush (if it's good news), or to say goodbye to her beloved cat. Creative Clara can't actually see what she's typing for Baggy's tears, but truthfully, the poor little thing seems to have given up. It's so sad, but the massive fat cat, is now just fur and bones. Her weight dropped another 150gms in the last week, 5% of her body weight! She hasn't eaten more than a mouthful since Saturday, and there's a teeny-bit of Furry Mama that just keeps hoping that if she's that poorly, she'll fall asleep tonight and not need to be taken to the vet tomorrow. Seeing an animal suffering is just awful and Hannah is not handling it well.
To distract Furry Mama from her worry, she decided to take Pepper to the beach for the first time in weeks, and let him have a run. Well that didn't happen. Baggy heard the weather forecast that mentioned the high tides expected today, but it was still a shock - there was no beach to run on!
That believe it or not is Walberswick's car park!
The power of the sea is quite something!
The pooch was incredibly disappointed that Furry Mama wouldn't let him off his lead, but Baggy has enough drama going on without her beloved dog drowning..........
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): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 7.
Tears: Copious amounts.
Baggy: 211.
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