Well, that's one way to keep regular.

[logansrogue]

TMI time, brothers and sisters of the internets tubular. I have anaemia, this you know. I also have endo and require pain medication three times daily as per instructions from my pain management doctor. The problem with that is that those medications invariably cause problems. As does the little pills I'm taking bursting with iron goodness. So, most of the time, I'm full of shit quite literally. It's painful and awful and my gynaecologist (of all people) gave me advice on how to deal with that, since it was a side-effect of endo. She told me to buy these little tiny brown pellets and to take a spoon of them every day, and to take magnesium sulfate once or twice a week when I need to go but can't.

Well, I just found a topping STIRLING way to bypass all that fiddly mess! Ready for it?

Have your OLD cat go missing! Oh yes, the cat must be ridiculously old, mind, (mine is seventeen years old), very affectionate and a part of the family. It was Melma in this case. Our lovely Melma. She's a regular nuisance at the back door, except this morning. Mum went walking around the garden looking for her. Dad finally came into my room at SEVEN THIRTY in the morning and asked me where she was.

"I saw her yesterday," I said. I did. She had said hello to Bianca. But Melma not busting to get into the house is worrying. Very worrying. I thought the day had come where I'd be burying my old mate. Let me tell you, internets, what happens when I'm worried for the life of those I love.

Adrenaline rush! Hormones release! Body goes into freak-out mode. MUST EVACUATE.

I spent a good hour on the bog while Dad got up into the roof to look for our old lovely bag of bones. It was while I was reading up on Helena Bathory in a book on Transformations, that I heard the anguished growling of a cat. Healthy anguished growling, mind, and Lenny's macho "ROWL" meows that proclaim him king of all and sundry. This was a good sign.

After emerging from the loo I heard Dad telling me to get Lenny. I came outside, and yes, he'd found Melma. She was all right, if not COVERED IN MUD. Must have been from rain getting in or something. She's now inside, cleaning herself up. I covered her in kisses, regardless of how old, smelly, muddy and generally gross she can be.

She's my sweet old panda buddy and I love her dearly. And she's keeping my bowels moving too. That's gotta be a plus, right?

Comments

[sir-devans.livejournal.com]

Maybe medicare can setup a catnapping service or something.

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Once a week, it'd be tops!

[greteldragon.livejournal.com]

Arg Iron tablets. They used to make me so sick (I will forever hate the doctor that told my mother I'd always be low on iron, and getting her forcing those things on me).

My cat likes to scare us every now and then by not coming in. We reckon she must be stealing food off neighbours. :P

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

The best way to battle low iron is to eat good red meat. Unfortunately that costs an arm and a fucking leg. And you have to do so much to kangaroo to make it palatable.

I think it's in the cat rulebook. They all do it. All of them. Even the inside ones.

[greteldragon.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Oh I was never low on iron (in fact, now when I get tested I'm apparently slightly too high). Its just every time I complain of tiredness and low energy, iron gets blamed. In high school, that meant mum was convinced I needed tablets, that did more harm then good. I felt so sick with them.

Haha. Anything to scare the hell out of your 'parents' is compulsory in the cat rulebook I think :P

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

It's also in the teenager rulebook. *nods*

[greteldragon.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

Sounds very true.