It was a very quiet weekend, almost a waste. I hadn't recovered fully from whatever gripped my insides last week. I spent most of the day Saturday and Sunday firmly planted in my reclining chair, not eating, not drinking, rarely moving. Just totally whipped. Too bad, too. Fantastic weather both days … would have been wonderful to be out. Oh well, I just needed to recover. I had planned a vacation day for today, which was fortunate, because while I started out tired, my energy has been returning. Now, at about 5:00 PM, except for persistent heartburn (felt for the duration of this illness) I'm feeling much more myself. I managed to make a run to the Salvation Army and a recycling place to rid us of unwanted goods and trash. I also managed some overdue updates to a couple of my Web sites. I need to get back to that old chair, though, as I'm feeling like there's a risk of overrunning my recovery. No relapses, please!
Managed to stick a needle clean through Missy this morning! It sounds way worse than it was, but it was uncomfortable both for the cat and me. The insulin needle is only 5/16th of an inch in length. I stuck it in at the wrong angle and penetrated into her skin on one side of a pinched fold and out the other side, squirting the insulin dose out and on to her fur! I really felt badly for her –it obviously gave her a little hurt– but did manage to give her a full dose successfully, and nearly without pain, a few minutes later. I thought I'd gotten to the point where that particular mistake (not that uncommon) wouldn't happen to Missy and me, but there you are!
