Not again!

William didn't eat anything this morning but had stopped vomiting after a rather unsettled and messy night.

I still was not happy with his general condition so took him to the vets at lunchtime. As luck would have it, the senior partner (the guy that everyone wants to see their pets) just happened to pass the vet that was examining William. He watched the junior staff member "oohh" and "arrhh" about William's physical then simply and rather chillingly interrupted with "Admit him and put him on a drip now!".
I know there are more important things in life, but the whole thing just reminded me of what happened to Finlay last year and I felt that dreaded deep knot in the chest that always occurs at times of crisis. I was convinced it was starting all over again.
William was put into the holding cage that Fin had been admitted to (which upset me more) then was taken to xray before going to theatre for an exploratory operation on an obstructed bowel.I went home and kept myself busy with the field.......thank god for the neediness of hungry poultry!
The senior vet finally rang me at 5.pm with the news that William had an extensive infection to his lymph nodes which was occluding his bowel-- but hopefully there was nothing more sinister lurking around that area.
Right at this time I really wish I was not an ITU nurse as I know only too well, just how poorly a septic patient can become.....I just hope he pulls through the night ok

I am reminded of a verse of Rudyard Kipling's poem yet again....

.......When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

Sick as a dog

William and Albert, hen watching

William and Meg have spent a rather sickly day sleeping,being sick and pooing for Wales. Both dogs have got some sort of bug, so I have spent most of the day like some demented domestic (kitchen roll in one hand & bottle of bleach in the other)- cleaning up various multicoloured piles of waste.
I did have time however, to sort out the garden shed that was donated as an addition to the ever expanding allotment furniture by affable scouser Geoff. It is amazing how much crap you can cram into a large plastic box- but at least the allotment looks a little tidier.

Ravi

It was with great sadness that I heard,last night, about the death of a former work colleague from my Spinal Injury Unit days. Consultant Mr Ravichandran (or just plain "Ravi" as he was universally better known as ) was the dynamic,sometimes infuriating but always vital heart of "spines". For years I had the privilege to experience his sharp, holistic and invariably client based perspectives of rehabilitation, and even though I often disagreed with the way he viewed some aspects of the world, I always felt respected in my own professional judgements and ideas.

Ravi enjoyed being the "daddy" of the unit. He had his favourite nurses and therapists, which he would always seek out for the odd lively and sometimes heated debate and seemed to delight in throwing in a grenade of a provocative statement and watching the effect it had on an individual or group. He often polarised opinions but always commanded a very real affection and respect from his staff and I think the reason for this was the fact that he would always go that extra mile to show his support for people.

When I left Sheffield I did miss his dapper slightly awkward figure popping in and out, in a slightly harassed and seemingly arbitrary way. He was as much a part of the place as the bricks and mortar

Austin and Erin - Strictly Come Dancing

Austin is not one of my favourites, but this tango was quite brilliant

A case of transference

Not the best of photo shots, but the frenetic tug of war between William and George ( with a pair of my underpants!!!!!!!!!!!!!) does sum up the level of excitement present in the cottage since Albert's arrival.
Today Chris has gone to Manchester to meet up with an old Sheffield friend (he is very bad at keeping in touch with people) so I have the day free to potter before we both go to Osborn's this evening for a meal with all the egg heads from his works department.
The dogs have been chasing Albert like idiots throughout the day, and as they now lie in untidy,panting heaps, the object of their affection is sitting victoriously in the kitchen window. I aim to let Albert out into the garden within the next two weeks, after he has gotten over his upcoming castration.....poor little chap but at least the dogs may get a bit of a respite.
My friend, Geoff, the affable scouser will be coming round this afternoon with a shed for the allotment (his mother in law wants rid of it)- so I have had to fit in a visit to the first "unofficial" opening of the village hall this morning.
In an effort to make more funds, the memorial hall committee organised a coffee morning and table top sale and it was wonderful to see a large crowd of locals supporting it. I suspect many of the villagers had actually turned up to give the refurbishment the once over, and everyone seemed to be impressed with the posh "National Trust" colour scheme, the new flooring and the fully fitted kitchen! I had a quick chat with Sylvia from the flower show and bought a ton of chutney from Merion (the chap that always wins all the veg awards at the show) before getting collared by Ann from the church who wants (wait for this village stereotype!!!) me to make a few cakes for their fund raiser!
I didn't have a cup of tea and a cake........our Flower show refreashments are always just that bit better quality!!!

Autumn walk

The Autumn colour in Bishop's Wood is lovely and it made a welcome change for the weather to remain clear, dry and slightly warm. The puddles all along the path remain deep and dirty after the recent rain, and they were just right for Maddie, who loves to slowly lower her bottom into them and relieve herself with long sighs of appreciation!. Yes, quite a revolting habit!
I dropped in a home made apple pie to the ladies in the veg shop as a thank you for all the fruit and veg they bag up for me every week for the ducks, then donned my plastic pants for two hours of chicken coop cleaning.

Yesterday I took one of the little runner duck drakes to the vets as he had trouble walking. The vet thought he had been attacked by something, but as all the other birds seemed ok, I doubted that a fox or even the dreaded Alsatian had attacked that morning.The vet gave the little chap the once over and an injection of antibiotics with instructions for me to give him another injection today, which I did this morning. I love the way that health and safety and rules and regulations have seemed to have missed this country practice, and the place is all the better for it.
Anyhow the drake still looked a little shaky but miles better this morning so I put him back with the other 17 ducks to sunbathe in the sun in peace.
Off to have a bath now as the dreaded and nauseating Children in need is on the tv..........time to read a book me thinks

Thanks Sorrel

sent to me by my mother in law

John Highfield PR......helping good news travel faster

Well I have to congratulate my good friend John on his new venture into the world of Public Relations. http://www.johnhighfieldpr.co.uk/ I have a feeling that he will be very successful in this kind of role, as, after years of accompanying him to showbiz evenings, all kinds of arts bashes and a score of first nights, I have always been impressed by his networking abilities, his professionalism and his sharp eye for the "bigger picture".
I look forward to our next Sheffield catch up