Dog and Sick Woman

Here we are, halfway through another week and still nothing has happened.

Well, nothing much has happened to me, but it has happened to others.  Another aged friend decided to celebrate the 60th wedding anniversary by falling over and breaking something.  Having carried various sicknesses for most of her life, now being on dialysis, and as we speak going through that while awaiting an operation tomorrow for the break, I remember how lucky I am.  I worry that the tough old bird will struggle with the anaesthetic afterwards, it does take it out of you, and she has little to take out.  Clearly this has occurred just to upset the family, women are like that.

The call informing me came early in the morning, a time always likely to engender thoughts of the worst outcome.  However, while all appears under control, in spite of Tory assaults on the NHS, ambulances, beds, doctors and nurses, and other staff, she has been well looked after, though it has taken time.

Nothing exciting happened for me today except talking to a dog or two as I crossed the park.  I enjoy it when dogs approach looking for friends.  This is not that they care for you, they just wish to see what they can get out of you!   This one, seen in a stolen picture, belong to my niece, though it spends most time with her daughter when she gets home from work.  He too is unwell.  Indeed the vet told them he ought to be put down, it was the best thing.  They considered this, however, he mentioned a treatment involving a series of very expensive injections that may give him another year or so, and they opted for that.  Having dad working as a builder, and daughter on good money, and desperate to keep the dog alive they are paying out large sums for him.  

Dogs do this to people.