I have been looking forward to going to see my 95 year old friend Pearl today and my son and d-i-l called to take me. Pearl is a VERY talented person wth her craftwork and her drawings and I was looking forward to see what she had made.
I cant get about now unless I have a wheeler for very short distances and I had to walk up the drive to get to her front door. Henry her 13 year old cat kept walking between my legs wanting to be noticed and fussed.
My son helped me in and took my coat off so that I could sit down on the sofa. I fussed Henry and he rolled over to have his belly tickled.
My son and d-i-l were going shopping and said they would call back for me in about two hours time. I had taken some books with me to pass on to Pearl and she insisted on going and making a cup of tea.
I put my hand into the bag to get the books out and I dont know if Henry the cat had suddenly taken a dislike to me or if he thought I was playing but he sprang for my arm and dug his claws in so deeply plus making 2 inch wounds in three places. I started to bleed profusely and I called Pearl to put my hanky round the wounds.
She poor soul was absolutely panic stricken and at the same time I realised that it was more than scratches because the wounds were gaping open. I phoned my son asking him to come and get me to take me to A@E because there had been a mishap. He had only just got a couple of miles away when all this happened and he knows I would not call him unless there was an emergency.
Meanwhile Pearl... bless her... was SO upset and I was only glad that her grandson was there putting on new doors for her so that he could stop wth her.
I was in the A@E for well over an hour before being assessed and soon got to see a doctor once they had seen the cuts. I was still trying to stem the blood with my hanky plus tissues that my d-i-l had. It had dripped all over my trousers. I felt guilty because other people had been waiting longer than myself. When I went in to be assessed the nurse put a big dressing on it until I got to see the doctor.
I had to laugh at the doctor because he said to me was I sure it was a cat and not a tiger. Good job I had already had a tetanus injection a few months ago.
Finished up with extra strong antibiotics and orders that if it starts swelling or the pain gets too much to get back as soon as possible to the A@E. I said that would be awkward because my son lives in the next town but what I would do is call 111 or press my lifeline pendant. So much for my couple of hours out away from the flipping house and it would have to be my good arm. I am now bandaged up from hand to elbow. Gawd knows how I am going to wash my nantoosh. ;D
Nowt so queer as real life happenings.
This is Henry the cat below that Pearl sketched when she was 90. I hope the picture comes through. When I took the photo of the sketch I put the wrong name under it. Roger was Pearls other cat that died a couple of years ago.