I give up!

In the eighth, I injured my shoulder again. He had discovered that the mud insect was involved on the sofa bed and that he could not leave. He was shouting at the top of his voice. Oh boy, don’t you love kittens? What I ended up doing was locating it inside the sofa arm, just following its heat pattern. I couldn’t see where it was because there was no way to do it unless I opened the sofa bed and that was not happening.

What I ended up doing was feeling where his butt was through the fabric. I took my cutter and gently lifted the mud insect. He stopped screaming, which made me feel a little better because that meant that he was taking some type of pressure from his body. While I lifted it as high as I could, under the circumstances, I took my cutter and cut the bottom of the sofa arm fabric. I play, I was thinking that once I did that, all I had to do was reach and see if I could disconnect it. I completely forgot all isolation. Instead of feeling a kitten, I felt a thick isolation wall. That caused me more concern for me because isolation and kittens do not go together in any way.

I stopped what I was doing, gathered all the remaining kittens and put them inside the cage. I advanced the sofa a little and then the only way I could see this was to bow the sofa forward. It was too early in the morning, the help was asleep regardless of who I called. So I just picked up and leaned the couch. He was supported by a scratch post, so it is not as if he had raised it. However, he didn’t like what I did. I obtained the mud error of the situation. He had stuck his leg in the corner of the couch. The way this sofa is built. There is actually a wooden tunnel. That is little enough that kittens may think it was a great place to hang out. I put it inside a cat carrier to decompress.

I ended up pulling all the isolation that could get out of the sofa arm. There was enough. My next dilemma was how to seal that area so that no other kitten stuck there. One of the local ladies has been leaving these fabric blankets. They are rolled in a tight package and covered with cardboard. I arrived as many as I could in the area blocking it (or so I expected). I put a large piece of cardboard on the hole I cut. The duct hit him as firmly as I could. Each bone on my shoulder shouted me. I ended up at Urgent Care the next morning.

My shoulder was so swollen. The night before I couldn’t sleep, I tried everything I knew to calm my shoulder, but this time it wasn’t happening. Even after everything they did for me the other day, I am sitting here in my chair and I am in trouble. I have a quite high pain tolerance, but this is taking me further. Fortunately, they saw no dislocation or brake. But all X -ray shows are the bones. They want me to make an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon as soon as possible and they told me to prepare me to have a magnetic resonance. I don’t like those things. So I’m Gong to call Monday and start it. I think I’m going to surprise him when I get there because I have decided to go to the reverse right shoulder replacement. It is not a decision that I make light and if someone who reads this has gone through that procedure. I would really appreciate that if you could communicate with me by email and tell me that your experience with the sequelae of Mudbug surgery is fine. It is not worse for wear. I decided to leave the cleft open this time because they are returning there, regardless of whatever. While it was advanced, I could really look there and see what was happening. I think my idea would have worked, except that I was left without blankets. Now it is a really pleasant place where they can curl up and sleep together. Point for this game? One for kittens.