Am absolutely knackered so hopefully I can string a sentence or 2 together.
Train journey was as expected quite comfortable as Wilf just slept on my knee most of the way with the odd oooh's and rrr's from some of the passengers.
Got off the local train close to my home and as I pass the vet surgery popped in to say hello to the vet nurses Sue and Helen there who are lovely and wanted an update anyway. Wilf's got oedema now round where the lymph node was taken away which was expected, but Helen could at least have a look for my peace of mind (and just generally give him a cuddle). Have to keep an eye on the odema as it may need a drain putting in later if it gets worse.
He's on antibiotics and anti-inflammatories and cage rest only for the next 7 days or so complete with lampshade that Ruby keeps barking at. Thank goodness for the crate. Helen suggested I try to take the collar off occasionally, but he rubs his ear around the floor if I do, so that's back on for now.
He's still well in himself, which means bouncy. When the surgeon who did the op eventually brought him out (after telling me he has to keep as still as possible), Wilf started doing somersauls all over the place at the delight of seeing me and his new freedom.
They've sent the ear and lymph node for tests (back in a week) and we've got to go back in 4 weeks time.
He's not out of the woods yet so its still fingers crossed.
What a day though. First I overslept—taxi due at 5.10 a.m. and I woke up at 5 I have never got ready so fast in my life. Got to station to find out fare on a Friday is £130 return, and another Train an hour late then got clogged up in London. Sigh of relief when I got on London to Cambridge train and I left my fleece there with my house keys in it—train now well on way to Kings Lyn with a lonely fleece on board.
Thankfully journey home was uneventful thanks to Rachel kindly giving me a lift to Slough.
I get home find a neighbour who has a spare set of keys, let myself in and phone my mum up to update her and all the while there's a strange noise coming from the upstairs landing yet the cats are both now sitting with me. OMG, there's a magpie dangling off the lampshade (the upstairs one not Wilf's) and apart from his not wanting to go near my cats he's more than happy to try to eat the lampshade. Now I'm not a real fan of big wild birds residing in my house. So I ring the vet nurse Sue down the road for any nos of anyone to help get him out the house or whatever. Wildlife people can't come for hours and then Sue offers to help once she's finished her stint at the vets. Once finished she turns up with the vet in tow to catch this thing that's now roosting happily above my computer. Vet manages to catch bird, bird OK so he lets him go (flies off quite well).
I think a glass of wine is in order (Wilf sleeping in his crate now, but its a bit of a strain trying to keeping him and myself sane at the moment), and hopefully there isn't a certain Hitchcock film on tonight!
