17th December 2023
After a rough night for both of us, the day dawned. My rough night was because Kelli had a bad night. She had a bad night because she was reliving the day before.
I helped her change her dressing, the first time I saw how they patched her up. I have to say it wasn’t a bad job, a neat “L” shape with nine staples. The surrounding area was bruised and still painful, but carefully we removed the tape holding the gauze. A smear of antibacterial cream, then I placed the new patch over the wound.
I took a couple of pictures for Kelli to send off to the Humane Society to add to their report.
They later sent back a reply that categorised it as a 4/5 injury, where 6 is death, so pretty bad, but not fatal.
I had to buy some medical supplies, so I drove to the nearest pharmacy filling my basket with gauze, antibacterial cream and clear tape, as the dressings have to be change every day for the next ten days.
When I returned Kelli had started icing the cake that she made for Greer’s birthday bash at Kelli’s mum’s house later in the day.
The cake was supposed to be decorated in red hearts that had to be drawn by hand. Neither of us had ever done it, so I had a go first. My first attempt looked like a heart, but one that had been run over by a lorry. Kelli did a much better job although hers looked like teeth, but we agreed that hers was better.
Therefore the cake was covered in lots of little red teeth, but Greer didn’t mind, it still tasted good.
Another Lifetime to go 