AHi guys
I'm back

I came home yesterday instead of today as my leg is really sore.
I'm gonna rewind to monday and tell you what happened.
My cat, the tabby one, pooh bear had been not right for quite a few weeks and she had been peeing in the house. I took her to the vets on Friday and they thought she might have kidney failure and they needed a wee sample so I managed to get one on Saturday and took it in, they rang on Sunday saying that they needed us to book pooh in on Monday and they wanted to talk to us about the results. I rang them and booked her in and spoke to the vet on the phone at lunch time and she explained that pooh is diabetic

she explained that she will need insulin injections twice a day and regular blood tests and days at the vets to make sure her blood sugars are right. I thought about it all afternoon and decided that I didn't want to put her thru all that. She was 14 and had a really happy, healthy life up til then and also it would cost several hundreds of pounds to just get her stable and we don't have that kind of money so I made the really difficult decision to have her put down

we took her in that evening............the vet was lovely and pooh just quietly went to sleep.
All my pets have been buried in the field at mum & dads with a little paving slab on top of them so I took pooh to there's to put her with the others. I went inside the house to get dad to help me and as I went to go into the kitchen I asked mum if the dog (who had a litter of week old puppies) would be ok and she said 'yes, fine' so I walked thru the kitchen. As I walked past the dog she grabbed the back of my calf and shook it ( like they do when they have the other end of the rope when you play with them) then she let go and got a better hold!!!!! I just stood there in a state of shock (my brain wasn't computing what was happening as I had just had pooh put down) mum was screaming and crying!!! She grabbed the dog and I walked out of the kitchen. Dad made me sit on the toilet while he held a cold wet cloth to my leg, mum is having hysterics now, bless her, and I then start sobbing 'I just want to bury my cat'
When I had calmed down I went to take pooh up to the field but looked at my leg and saw that one of the holes was more of a gash and you could quite clearly see the fat under my skin so dad buried her for me while I went to A&E.
I have photos on my phone and will show you the gruesomeness later. To be honest, being bitten really helped take my mind off what happened with pooh.
I had to go back and get it re dressed the following morning, evening, morning, evening and then on the morning I left to go camping. Apparently with dog bites they don't close the wound because there is lots of nasty bacteria in a dogs mouth and they leave it open to 'ooze' yum huh?! It is still oozing now!
Anyway, off I went camping and just as I arrived at the camp site I managed to reverse my car into a post box!!!!!!!!! dent the back of my car And smash my rear view windscreen!!!!!!!! Boy was I having a couple of crappy days. Managed to get that replaced the following morning and managed to have a relaxing time away. I couldn't do much walking at all cos my leg is so sore but did lots of sitting drinking beer, eating really naughty food and reading.
I am back on track today

it's weird, Mark and I laughed at the fact that I am going on a diet!!! To lose what I gained while I was away knowing that I will lose it and then I can maintain. He loves the fact that he can call me 'fatty' in a piss take kinda way and I love it too. Knowing that he thinks I am not fat and that's why he says it. He knows I don't take compliments so that is his way of saying it, if that makes sence
Right I am gonna watch the Olympics, we might get gold in the tennis! Go Murray!!!!!
Thanks for all your kind word of love and concern. You are such lovely people
I'll be back in a bit
Xxxxxx