If you have or had a baby at home or you ever cared for an incontinent older person, then you can appreciate my morning. Let’s just say that I awoke to find Tigger in quite the mess.
It wasn’t that he got sick, I think he just wore himself out, so much so, that he wasn’t able to not step in his own mess and track both it and cat litter from one end of the room to the other and across his bed. (Unlike Toby, Tigger has always been relatively neat.) One thing is for certain: his system hasn’t shut down. That was the good news! And he’s as vocal as ever, giving me grief the whole time.
The mother came and helped me deal with the bad news. After I got one area cleaned, she came and got Tigger and cleaned him up. (I had him underfoot initially while I was trying to clean and he would just retrack over what was already cleaned. I couldn't clean him because I had nowhere clean to put him! It was a comedy of errors.) That way, I could focus on cleaning things up and getting him back into a clean bed.
I felt bad having her help because she had spent the entire evening clearing the yard of debris. And I do mean the entire evening. She’d gone out yesterday afternoon, was there when I got home and stayed there until 10 p.m. I had twice gone to retrieve her but at 10 I put my foot down and told her she had to stop. Enough already.
She was determined to get things done before rain moves in later today. I have to say that the yard does look very nice. It’s even starting to turn green again!
I spoke with my godmother briefly last night and my great-uncle’s situation is quite dire. She had gotten some test results (I don’t know what the test was exactly) where a normal reading would be 2.5. My uncle’s: 2,800. I’m no math whiz but I can easily see that when a number is more than a 1,000 times above normal, it can’t be good. And it’s not.
I just pray he doesn’t suffer. It’s so unfair to both he and my godmother. She has some really hard choices to make.