They rescued me. This was the second time, the first was over 11 years ago. I’m home and there will be no pictures (I’m a mess and a lady can’t be seen this way-you girls will know what I mean). The amputation was a success and my toe is going to the pathologist to see what the problem was and if I need to worry any more. That will take five days. I have a bandage on my foot and it can’t get wet. I was told “no swimming” but that’s like telling someone with a fear of heights not to tightrope walk across the Grand Canyon-no problem there. I have to keep my bandage dry and the one problem (and this is embarrassing) is that sometimes when I piddle, I don’t aim too well and/or I do it really right with a lot of liquid and I possibly could get the bandage wet. When They take me out to do whatever, They have to enclose my foot and bandage in plastic wrap. Am I a fashion trendsetter, or what? First booties and now transparent flexible shoes. I’m supposed to not play with the youngsters (do I have to wither away?) and I’m not supposed to eat or drink too much tonight-WHAT? Me eat too much, no way no how. The vet said that I might vomit but They know me and said “Kyla would NEVER waste food that way”. No matter, I’m on reduced rations for a short while-that’s considered war in Kyla-think. Now you have all the skinny on my condition, except
yessssss, I’M ON PAIN MEDS- loop-de-loop and hell yes, whatever. Now to crash under the bed. Here’s a picture of me in my official Blogville uniform. Oh yessss, I just blessed myself but I’m not supposed to touch the Holy Water.