Oh Dear . After a cracking start yesterday with the insulin injection , this morning its a whole different story . I arrive at eight am as arranged . M and G are both very friendly , G more so than yesterday , and I picture the injection going swimmingly as somewhere in the back of my mind I have a feeling there will be a hitch , though I struggle to imagine what , as she was really quite accommodating yesterday and afterwards we seemed to stay good friends .
In the kitchen , there are two bowls of uneaten food , leftovers from last nights dinner , provided by the neighbour and I wonder if this is not a good sign . Maybe they won't be hungry ? G has to be seen to eat a little amount of food before the injection otherwise it's not safe .
I chatter cheerfully to the cats , telling them about the tin of kippers I am about to open for them and about my morning so far , pausing at one point in my description of rising at 6 30 to let the dog out even on Mother's Day , to wonder about the flat's soundproofing and whether the neighbour can hear my inane prattling ......
The cats look at me with interest and G comes to the edge of the mat to watch what I'm doing , though neither she nor M seems particularly bothered about the kippers . M yesterday was definitely showing an interest in the sardines-put-out-to-temp-G by this stage of the can opening .
My heart sinks .
I think NLP and visioning the result I want and picture myself in front of G daintly eating her fish whilst I prepare the needle , rolling the insulin in my hands , drawing up the amount and then checking for air bubbles , checking and re checking then concealing the syringe in my hand whilst I tempt G to let me stroke her and bunch up her fur and ... you know the rest ....
To no avail .
To no avail .
I am a failure . G is sitting staring at the kippers . M is staring at the kippers . I am staring at the kippers .
No one has opened a mouth , except me , to make silly coaxing noises and talk nonsense about nonsense .
G has walked around the entire flat , showing me all the rooms .
I have followed her with a bowl of fish , then a bowl of chicken , then more fish .
Finally she turns her back pointedly .
I pick up a magazine and sit on the sofa pretending to read , my mind racing . I know J told me it would not be the end of the world if she missed the injection one day . That the important thing was not to inject if no food on board .
I move the food closer . The cat moves away .
I give up , write an explanatory note and decide to ring J and explain myself .
I carry out my other tasks with a heavy heart , say goodbye to the cats . G rolls over and over towards me , quite benevolent and well disposed .
Later , on the beach , a solo surfer is out there . I use my camera to film from a great vantage point . I have somehow missed the action . Completely missed him standing up and riding along the huge rolling waves . Missed the waves .
I post the clip because its Mother's Day and a great day and failure or not the sea always looks itself .
I am wearing bright orange stripey socks ( no Grumpy Cow candles to boot ) , recieved 2 not 1 card ( takes some explaining that one ) , and we got the best sofa s in Lui 's in the village for breakfast .
What more could I ask for ?
Wishing you all a Happy Day , whatever your story x
1 comment:
Oh. Sorry about the injection not going well, very surprising! My cats NEVER turn down something from a can - unless they're sick. But then - cats DO tend to be contrary, don't they? Sounds like this one is going to make you work hard for success!
But - sounds like the Mother's Day part of your day is going much better! Happy Day to you!
I had to go to Wikipedia when you wished me a happy Mother's Day on my blog - thought I missed something. But apparently we celebrate it on different days. In the U.S. - it's not until May 11th this year. :)
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