I’ve heard that tiredness or even grogginess can follow on from Zometa infusions. After the first one I popped on my jim jams (when we got home of course) and had a kip, after the second I popped on my jim jams and had a kip but only about 17:30, after the third one I popped on my jim jams even though I then didn’t need a kip! Yesterday I wondered why I was so tired that I just wanted, and did briefly curl up on my friend’s settee when we got back and then I realised that our itinerary was as follows…
10:15 – Left home to get the train to Liverpool after walking Buddy
11:30 – Walked to the hospital to arrive at 12:00 for appointment
14:00 – Left the hospital (after coffee and eccles cake – or as my Grandma use to call it fly pie)
17:30 Had pasta following walking round shops (Zizzi’s very nice waiter and the food was really good too)
19:01 Get train home following more shopping
19:50ish – Arrive back desperate for a cup of tea
and thought even without the Zometa all that shopping can take a toll.
I am still a tad forgetful, certainly still way more so than before my SCT, which resulted in a trip to town today to get the one thing B had asked me to pick up yesterday.
We were only away a couple of hours tops and left Buddy in the garage. We returned home to find that Buddy had demolished the cardboard recycling cardboard box, moved one of B’s Solomon walking shoes off the drawers (I managed to replace this before B noticed) and obtained from the table the Chinese takeaway plastic container that held the last bit of the glitter paint I’d used on the bathroom ceiling. This was in about five parts with a little pool of glittering glitterness on the floor.
We were discussing what to do as we hadn’t left Bud with a bone when I noticed this…
Obviously the Deep Heat is still working on the lower bit!
B went bananas and Bud was escorted into the garden and I put the new pet flap ‘security shield’ in place while we cleared up. Bud then shortly after made a dramatic reappearance through the ‘security shield’!
B went BERSERK this time. I’d only ever seen him like this once before about 19 years ago and that was at me – he’s never done it since!
After it all had settled back down Bud was lying on the landing and rolled over as I approached him so I could tickle his tummy. Something caught my eye (not literally) in the area where, to quote the vet’s receptionist, you can tell Bud is ‘obviously a boy’. Let’s just put it this way – if we have a disco over Christmas we don’t need to purchase a glitter ball and what takes the biscuit is that you can’t see the glitter on the bathroom ceiling.