Day 3 post op.
So no photo's today...just words.
I am finding recovery this time round so much easier; it's day 3 and I can fit shoes on my operated leg and there is hardly any swelling. I think this time round my right leg is stronger having already had the op and I am wearing very sexy compression stockings and actually doing my physio homework. I also have anti-inflammatory tabs to take and some nice pain killers. I am keeping up with the pain killers; not letting them run out so that I am on top of the pain at all times....hehehe!
Spending the day in bed or chair with your feet up is not as glam as it sounds; there is absolutely nothing to watch on day time TV...snooze fest and I would rather be able to walk around; not have to take 20 minutes to walk to the bathroom and back...it is rather frustrating.
There is a positive to all this; I am getting waited on hand and foot by my parents; loving it but missing my independence and my cats...
Tomorrow is my post op check up; hopefully I will be able to do more after I see the doc; thank goodness he doesn't charge for post op appointments.
Missing my kiddies!
Thursday 19 June 2014
Catch up
I figured that since I am going to be bed ridden for a few days I would use this as a good time to update my blog.
Since my last post I now have lost a total of 12.5 kgs or according to the hospital scale 12.7kgs. Hospital scales don't lie.
I went in yesterday to have my second knee op. I was born with my knee caps pointing outwards and the stress of all the weight plus physical activity has made it painful when I walk, run, skip etc...Last year I had my right knee done and yesterday my left. I must say that yesterdays op was by far much better than the first; I wasn't so out of it as I was before with regards to the anestethic. Had a but of pain with the drip site but after phoning the doctor they put me on oral pills.
Here is a pic of the scar on day 1:
I am not looking forward to the removal of those staples.....eeek.
I went to see my God-daughter on Youth day; 16 June. It was so nice to catch up. She is so big, nearly 17 months and so busy..we had a battle trying to get her to sit still so we could take a pic..here are a few of the photos:
Since my last post I now have lost a total of 12.5 kgs or according to the hospital scale 12.7kgs. Hospital scales don't lie.
I went in yesterday to have my second knee op. I was born with my knee caps pointing outwards and the stress of all the weight plus physical activity has made it painful when I walk, run, skip etc...Last year I had my right knee done and yesterday my left. I must say that yesterdays op was by far much better than the first; I wasn't so out of it as I was before with regards to the anestethic. Had a but of pain with the drip site but after phoning the doctor they put me on oral pills.
Here is a pic of the scar on day 1:
I am not looking forward to the removal of those staples.....eeek.
I went to see my God-daughter on Youth day; 16 June. It was so nice to catch up. She is so big, nearly 17 months and so busy..we had a battle trying to get her to sit still so we could take a pic..here are a few of the photos:
The last pic is when she was rather tired and had a tube of hand cream to occupy herself with. I rubbed some cream on her hand and she rubbed some on her hair. Love this girl...
Saturday 3 May 2014
Crazy Daisy
I have been trying for weeks to get a video of my crazy cat chasing her tail and today was the day! I got two videos of Daisy chasing and playing with her tail.
The funny thing is she has a very short tail..shorter than a normal cat tail. What I figured is that she wasn't well nourished as a kitten and I know this from watching many a discovery programmes on human development that when there is limited nourishment the most important organs get the nourishment; like in humans if you have very faint or non existent fingerprints then you had limited nourishment in the womb.
So I have guessed that Daisy probably didn't have a good start and therefore the more important organs got the chance to grow and develop and Daisy's stupid tail was obviously not deemed as important and it is short lol.
So she has to do some awesome flicks and roli poli's to get to her tail..watch how she flicks it and at times seems freaked out about it...it is hilarious!
The funny thing is she has a very short tail..shorter than a normal cat tail. What I figured is that she wasn't well nourished as a kitten and I know this from watching many a discovery programmes on human development that when there is limited nourishment the most important organs get the nourishment; like in humans if you have very faint or non existent fingerprints then you had limited nourishment in the womb.
So she has to do some awesome flicks and roli poli's to get to her tail..watch how she flicks it and at times seems freaked out about it...it is hilarious!
Tuesday 29 April 2014
Measurements and weight loss
I have now been banting for about 10 weeks. Johnny, my trainer took my initial measurements on the 3 March. We took the second set of measurements on the 31 March and then another set today 29 April.
I have lost a total of 8.5 kgs in 9 weeks...super exciting and the best part is that people are starting to notice! I bumped into people that I havent seen in months and they both said I was looking good...really boosts my confidence.
The only thing I did was cut out all carbs, bread, pasta, sugar etc and start eating high fat. It has really worked and I feel amazing!
I have lost a total of 8.5 kgs in 9 weeks...super exciting and the best part is that people are starting to notice! I bumped into people that I havent seen in months and they both said I was looking good...really boosts my confidence.
The only thing I did was cut out all carbs, bread, pasta, sugar etc and start eating high fat. It has really worked and I feel amazing!
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Riley the hunter
As I said before in my previous posts; my cats are definitely hunters...well lets's not get ahead of ourselves when we say hunters.
When I think of the word hunter; I think of a lion stalking a gazelle....
I have limited my cats abilities to hunt properly as I have proudly donned them with expensive cat collars that have a very essential accessory...the humble bell. I find it very important to have said bell; because not only does it limit their prey it also enables me to hear them...very useful when I am worried about their where-abouts and yell RILEY or DAISY at the top of my lungs..normally around 6am on a weekday...sorry neighbours (naaat) ...my neighbours are another point of discussion.
So Riley has a preference of prey...anything he can catch...geckos, shrews, moles, cockroaches (yes the BIG ones..so gross), leopard toads, dragonflies etc..you get the gist. Daisy has only brought me frogs, so far.
This post is about Riley, I suppose when one has 2 children; albeit mine are fur babies, it is difficult to talk about one without mentioning the other..but this is about Riley before his sister came along.
Riley likes to bring me presents; and apparently this is normal cat behaviour to present their moms and dads with their catch. My mom works at the Ornithology department at UCT and one of the students did a study on domestic cats and their hunting habits; I had to keep a diary and document what Riley caught etc. People say that domestic cats are cruel and they torture creatures for fun; this may be true but it is their instinct; they are hunters. Domestic cats are family of wild cats and they are equipped to feed themselves; that was the case with Daisy; and even though she is stunted and was poorly nourished as a kitten, she still survived.
Riley likes to bring these said gifts into my room; mostly at night when I am asleep and then he proceeds to play with them...I don't know why; I managed to rescue most of them. Geckos are easy; I just pick up the tail less animals and chuck them out of the cat flap, poor things are going to die anyway (they store their food in their tails..not sure why it is a defense mechanism to lose said pantry...) frogs and toads easy too. Shrews not so much, not only are they really fast; they actually let off a really bad smell..like a skunk sies.
The worst was; I was asleep and I heard Riley come in and come onto my bed; if I am awake, he comes for a head scratch before munching his pellets; he climbed under the duvet and then jumped off and started making love gutteral noises; me still half asleep feels something nudging my leg....my half asleep self then jumps up and turns on the light; screams blue murder when I see what was nudging me...a live mole....
Life with a cat is never boring; I must say I am glad Riley brought a gecko in last night; his first catch since Daisy arrived. It must mean he is going back to his old self...just no more moles thanks.
When I think of the word hunter; I think of a lion stalking a gazelle....
I have limited my cats abilities to hunt properly as I have proudly donned them with expensive cat collars that have a very essential accessory...the humble bell. I find it very important to have said bell; because not only does it limit their prey it also enables me to hear them...very useful when I am worried about their where-abouts and yell RILEY or DAISY at the top of my lungs..normally around 6am on a weekday...sorry neighbours (naaat) ...my neighbours are another point of discussion.
So Riley has a preference of prey...anything he can catch...geckos, shrews, moles, cockroaches (yes the BIG ones..so gross), leopard toads, dragonflies etc..you get the gist. Daisy has only brought me frogs, so far.
This post is about Riley, I suppose when one has 2 children; albeit mine are fur babies, it is difficult to talk about one without mentioning the other..but this is about Riley before his sister came along.
Riley likes to bring me presents; and apparently this is normal cat behaviour to present their moms and dads with their catch. My mom works at the Ornithology department at UCT and one of the students did a study on domestic cats and their hunting habits; I had to keep a diary and document what Riley caught etc. People say that domestic cats are cruel and they torture creatures for fun; this may be true but it is their instinct; they are hunters. Domestic cats are family of wild cats and they are equipped to feed themselves; that was the case with Daisy; and even though she is stunted and was poorly nourished as a kitten, she still survived.
Riley likes to bring these said gifts into my room; mostly at night when I am asleep and then he proceeds to play with them...I don't know why; I managed to rescue most of them. Geckos are easy; I just pick up the tail less animals and chuck them out of the cat flap, poor things are going to die anyway (they store their food in their tails..not sure why it is a defense mechanism to lose said pantry...) frogs and toads easy too. Shrews not so much, not only are they really fast; they actually let off a really bad smell..like a skunk sies.
The worst was; I was asleep and I heard Riley come in and come onto my bed; if I am awake, he comes for a head scratch before munching his pellets; he climbed under the duvet and then jumped off and started making love gutteral noises; me still half asleep feels something nudging my leg....my half asleep self then jumps up and turns on the light; screams blue murder when I see what was nudging me...a live mole....
Life with a cat is never boring; I must say I am glad Riley brought a gecko in last night; his first catch since Daisy arrived. It must mean he is going back to his old self...just no more moles thanks.
Tuesday 22 April 2014
And the banting continues
So I have recently adopted the Tim Noakes diet revolution.
It was really difficult in the beginning to give up sugar and carbs and it was tough to not just cave in. I had the worst 2 day detox headache and once I made it through that; there was no turning back.
I have never felt better; I eat a lot of fat; because that style of eating is LCHF (Low carb high fat). I am feeling amazing, better skin, reduced allergies, no more tummy cramps and bloating. Being insulin resistant it has made a huge difference to my energy levels. I don't get headaches or heartburn anymore and now it has become less about the weight loss and more about the fact that I feel fantastic.
My personal trainer has been weighing me and measuring me. At our first weigh in; I had lost 4.5kgs in 5 weeks. That wasn't even the best part; I felt like I had lost weight on my chest but actually my centimetres had stayed the same. I had lost 1 or 2 cm off my body but the best part...8 CM of my butt! That was the best!
I am having a lymph drainage massage on Monday; my friend said I should measure myself just before and just after. Will keep you updated!
It was really difficult in the beginning to give up sugar and carbs and it was tough to not just cave in. I had the worst 2 day detox headache and once I made it through that; there was no turning back.
I have never felt better; I eat a lot of fat; because that style of eating is LCHF (Low carb high fat). I am feeling amazing, better skin, reduced allergies, no more tummy cramps and bloating. Being insulin resistant it has made a huge difference to my energy levels. I don't get headaches or heartburn anymore and now it has become less about the weight loss and more about the fact that I feel fantastic.
My personal trainer has been weighing me and measuring me. At our first weigh in; I had lost 4.5kgs in 5 weeks. That wasn't even the best part; I felt like I had lost weight on my chest but actually my centimetres had stayed the same. I had lost 1 or 2 cm off my body but the best part...8 CM of my butt! That was the best!
I am having a lymph drainage massage on Monday; my friend said I should measure myself just before and just after. Will keep you updated!
Monday 21 April 2014
Cat Behaviour 101
The main reason I started blogging was because I have a lot of things running through my mind; so instead of lying awake at night; I have decided to write them down.
Having two cats means that you notice cat behaviour a lot more than when you only have one cat. I have been watching 'My cat from hell' and other programmes on cats. I found out a few things:
When cats do this:
They are completely secure and happy with their environment. Luckily Riley still sleeps like a complete ho now that Daisy is here. So he is a happy cat :)
Cats like boxes; I do not know why; but anytime there is a box I get this:
When cats do this they actually don't mind each other even if they do chase each other everyday:
Having two cats means that you notice cat behaviour a lot more than when you only have one cat. I have been watching 'My cat from hell' and other programmes on cats. I found out a few things:
They are completely secure and happy with their environment. Luckily Riley still sleeps like a complete ho now that Daisy is here. So he is a happy cat :)
Cats like boxes; I do not know why; but anytime there is a box I get this:
When cats do this they actually don't mind each other even if they do chase each other everyday:
Sunday 20 April 2014
Daisy is weird
The first time a friend of mine met Daisy; she looked at her and said; Meg your cat is weird.
I do not deny it; she is the weirdest looking cat and has the most bizarre personality. I rescued Riley and even though he was previously abused; he really is a sweet heart and I have never had any problems with him.
Daisy on the other hand is a typical township cat. Food is a big problem; she gets breakfast, dinner and pellets to snack on at night; but every time I get up to go to the kitchen, there she is. Greedy guts is not even close to what she is. She actually ate a piece of raw cauliflower that fell onto the floor (needless to say she is rather round).
I have googled Daisy's stature with no clear cut results as to why is looks the way she does. She is stunted. She has no neck, a short body, a stupidly short tail and weird eyes. I guessed she was a runt but when I looked runts up on google, it said they grew out of it. She is never going to get bigger. I know having kittens when cats are still babies does stunt growth and now the only way Daisy grows is outwards...she is a real porker.
Daisy didn't know how to play when I first got her and now it is all she does...she prefers playing on her own and makes cute little grunting noises when she gets tired. She also meows at her toys..its such a cute meow..unlike the horrible meow she makes when she is hungry.
Tonight Daisy brought in a creature, there I was sitting watching Frozen and I hear a high pitched squeaking noise coming from my bedroom. I walk in to find Daisy inside the house box (I took a chip box and made it into a house for Riley).
This is Riley inside the box.
Now I kept hearing this high pitched squealing and freaked out, because I am a girl that does not do icky things. I look in the box and it is a frog. Did you know frogs squeal? I didn't! Poor thing! I released it in the garden and when I brought back the box she climbed in to find it. I am glad she takes her treasures into the box and not into my bed. I have woken up to a few creepy surprises in bed with me; but that is a story for another time.
I do not deny it; she is the weirdest looking cat and has the most bizarre personality. I rescued Riley and even though he was previously abused; he really is a sweet heart and I have never had any problems with him.
Daisy on the other hand is a typical township cat. Food is a big problem; she gets breakfast, dinner and pellets to snack on at night; but every time I get up to go to the kitchen, there she is. Greedy guts is not even close to what she is. She actually ate a piece of raw cauliflower that fell onto the floor (needless to say she is rather round).
I have googled Daisy's stature with no clear cut results as to why is looks the way she does. She is stunted. She has no neck, a short body, a stupidly short tail and weird eyes. I guessed she was a runt but when I looked runts up on google, it said they grew out of it. She is never going to get bigger. I know having kittens when cats are still babies does stunt growth and now the only way Daisy grows is outwards...she is a real porker.
Daisy didn't know how to play when I first got her and now it is all she does...she prefers playing on her own and makes cute little grunting noises when she gets tired. She also meows at her toys..its such a cute meow..unlike the horrible meow she makes when she is hungry.
Tonight Daisy brought in a creature, there I was sitting watching Frozen and I hear a high pitched squeaking noise coming from my bedroom. I walk in to find Daisy inside the house box (I took a chip box and made it into a house for Riley).
This is Riley inside the box.
Now I kept hearing this high pitched squealing and freaked out, because I am a girl that does not do icky things. I look in the box and it is a frog. Did you know frogs squeal? I didn't! Poor thing! I released it in the garden and when I brought back the box she climbed in to find it. I am glad she takes her treasures into the box and not into my bed. I have woken up to a few creepy surprises in bed with me; but that is a story for another time.
The beginnning
I am the proud mom of 2 cats. My newest addition is just plain weird and her antics are too strange and numerous not to record.
I adopted Riley 4 years ago. He is almost 5. I rescued him from TEARS and got a wonderful cat. He has an awesome personality; people used to tell me he was part dog.
I recently took Riley to the vet and once there the receptionists asked me if I would like to adopt another cat; I had reservations as Riley was my one and only spoiled brat cat; but I met Amie and fell in love.
Amie had been willingly given away by her owners as she was attacking the owners daughter (apparently). She was taken by a group of animal people that rescued and treated animals after the devastating fires in an informal settlement called Valhalla Park. We are still not 100% sure of her age; but they guesstimated that she was about 6 months old. She was a scrawny and very short cat and had already had a litter of kittens; 2 of whom she killed and the other was deformed and the vet put him down,
I really did not like the name Amie so changed it to Daisy. Lady Daisy (she is no lady!!). I adopted her in January and it is now mid April; so she is roughly 10 months old give or take.
This pic was taken on her first day home. She is the most loving and sweet natured cat. She has never attacked me, scratched me or bitten me. I have a feeling she was provoked. She struggled to settle down with Riley and was very aggressive towards him. Things have improved; they still have daily play fights (a struggle for dominance I fear) but have settled down well.
I adopted Riley 4 years ago. He is almost 5. I rescued him from TEARS and got a wonderful cat. He has an awesome personality; people used to tell me he was part dog.
I recently took Riley to the vet and once there the receptionists asked me if I would like to adopt another cat; I had reservations as Riley was my one and only spoiled brat cat; but I met Amie and fell in love.
Amie had been willingly given away by her owners as she was attacking the owners daughter (apparently). She was taken by a group of animal people that rescued and treated animals after the devastating fires in an informal settlement called Valhalla Park. We are still not 100% sure of her age; but they guesstimated that she was about 6 months old. She was a scrawny and very short cat and had already had a litter of kittens; 2 of whom she killed and the other was deformed and the vet put him down,
I really did not like the name Amie so changed it to Daisy. Lady Daisy (she is no lady!!). I adopted her in January and it is now mid April; so she is roughly 10 months old give or take.
This pic was taken on her first day home. She is the most loving and sweet natured cat. She has never attacked me, scratched me or bitten me. I have a feeling she was provoked. She struggled to settle down with Riley and was very aggressive towards him. Things have improved; they still have daily play fights (a struggle for dominance I fear) but have settled down well.
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