Not again!

I had a really rough night - yet another stomach upset, which may (or may not) be a bug that’s going round. It came on in the night, but at least this time I got out of bed and my sheets survived without being pooed. So there was that. I am not playing DnD today as I just can’t manage to think that much.

Cats

I took Opal to the vet on Tuesday because she’s chewing the fur in front of her tail and on her left back paw. They have prescribed Metacam, some more Gabapentin and a capsule called Cystaid. I told her she was a very expensive hobby - it cost over £150, not including the taxi fare there and back.

Teeth

I’m going to have to cancel tomorrow’s dentist appointment because I don’t know the cause of this bug, and I don’t want to give it to the dentist.

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In Flanders Fields
The poem by John McCrae

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders' fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders' Fields.