Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts

Friday, 11 February 2011

Healing the Hurt

Friends, I have to say that we cats do this remarkably well, if you ask me. No people can escape the subtle, incidious healing power of the purr when it's directed at them. Did you know it's been proven to reduce blood pressure in peoples who have exposure to it? It also stimulates the release of happy hormones. With this in mind, the human has been getting massive doses of purr therapy over the last few days. I've taken the opportunity to snuggle her, cuddle her, knead on her and generally be around her whenever she's available. I can't say that I find the work very unpleasant. Hard, definitely, but rewarding in its own way, as she gives me lots of treats and scratches.




She's not the only one that needs healing though. I've started to sneeze again, real, real bad, well, bad for me. I'm doing it a few times every hour, and my breathing is a tiny bit noisy in my nose. The human got out her chest thing called a stethoscope last night to have a listen to my chest to see what she could hear, but it wasn't noisy down there, so she thinks the problem's in my nose again. She's going to monitor me closely, and if it gets any worse, off down the vet I go, yet again. I'm starting to hate that place, and the human's starting to feel like they might think she's a bit of a fraud cuz she's down there so often. It's no fun on either side.





She steamed me this morning. This means that she put me in the bathroom and turned the shower on really, really hot. I've never been steamed before, and I don't really like it all that much, but the human said that if it was mucous that was making me breathe funny, this would loosen it up for me and make it easier to sneeze out. She was getting ready for the work hunt, so left me in there myself. Well, I was all right for a little while, but then it started to get hotter and hotter, and the air started to get thicker and wetter and I don't mind telling you that I got mighty scared. I started to cry, then I started to yowl, then I screamed. I don't do this often, but when I do, you can bet that it gets the human's attention right away. Thinking I might have gotten in the shower and got burned by the hot water, she came rushing in to see what she could do. But I wasn't hurt, just scared. She picked me up and cuddled me close, and although this meant I was in even steamier air (steam rises, so the higher air was more full of it), I didn't mind. It wasn't scary with my human in there with me. She stayed in there for about ten minutes so that I'd have a chance to breathe in lots of steam, but it didn't help much. When she left to carry on getting ready for the work hunt, I let her go. I wasn't so scared any more. She let me out before she went out herself, and there was a plate of stinky goodness down for me. She says that it's important for me to have enough moisture in my body so that mucous doesn't thicken and go nasty and hard to get out, so she's giving me more stinky goodness than normal. She also put some stuff called coloidal silver in there. That's sposed to help fight infection and nasties, so we'll see. Even if I don't get any worse, if I haven't cleared up by Monday, we'll go to the vet anyway.





The human has no plans for the weekend other than packing. there's a people coming tomorrow to look at the flat to see if they want to live here once we're done with it. I don't know if I'll like them, but the human says we have to be all neat and tidy for when they come round. That means the horrible hoover gets to come out again. I don't like it!





The human sent some flowers home and a card cuz she can't get back to Ireland for the funeral of Gary. She's sad about this, but it can't be helped. With my bills and the house move and all of the rest, she doesn't have spare moneys that she can spend on the flights to go. It doesn't matter though. His funeral is tomorrow, but we'll say our own goodbyes. This suits the human better anyway. She's a private person with her grief, and she hates, hates, hates funerals. She'd far rather remember peoples the way they were, not the way they end up.





We understand there's been some healing needed over at the CB too. We don't like it when peoples and other friends fall out with each other. I really hope it can be sorted out soon, and will be keeping my paws crossed.





That's all from me for today. I feel another sneeze coming on, and I don't want to splatter the keyboard. See ya!