Mud & Mischief

My ancient guinea pig has finally squeaked his last. James went out to feed them this evening and came into relay the sad news. I’ve been expecting it for a few days - over the past week he’d lost pretty much all his hair and his eyes had clouded right over. He was seven years old though, and had fathered a couple of lovely litters with Cheesecake, the apple of his twilight years. (scroll down to August 7th)

Still waiting for Mom to get back to me about Gramps too - I haven’t heard anything from her since just after lunch. It’s that time of year, isn’t it?

I wonder if I should do this… then again, my consultant probably wouldn’t even notice as he’s never even looked at the bump!

Made me giggle though, which is a good thing as I feel a tad miserable. My Gramps is in hospital, and chances are, we’re looking at a funeral before xmas. Cheerful stuff, eh? He’s in his mid 80’s, though, and went through some very serious surgery about 10-12 years ago - he had a 4% chance of surviving a year after that, so he’s done pretty well. Still depressing though. He does know who he is and where he’s at, and has requested a DNR be put on his notes. Mom, my uncle and aunt have all reluctantly agreed with him. It’s just a waiting game now.

Bump is growing though, I’ve managed to put another pound on, and posted all my xmas cards. So there is something cheeful to report. Need to get Dad’s package in the post too, asap. Have had it all wrapped and ready for weeks. Porridge brain is the only thing between it and the post office.

Off to find some food. Still hard to eat, which is stupid. Can’t do tea atm though - gives me awful heartburn.