Anyone who has ever had a beloved pet will understand quite how worrying it is when something is wrong with that pet.
My beloved mongrel Holly has somehow managed to cut her tongue badly enough to need stitches and the wound cleaned out. She’s 13 and in excellent health but it’s worrying. She goes in tomorrow at 8.30. She’s made no fuss about it; I had a look at her mouth last night because I had noticed she was having difficulty eating. We don’t even know when she did it.
Last night I also ended up in hospital myself after I passed out with pain on the landing. It’s probably either the endometriosis again or a cyst bursting but my blood pressure went through the basement and I was unable to move or talk for some time. I’m ok again now and aiming to be back at work tomorrow but why oh why do these things always come at the same time???