Right after I blogged this morning, I went off to cuddle the little orange opera singer—and promptly got raked across the throat and chest. Little Z is the sweetest cat alive, but something spooked him badly enough (I have no idea what—ghost? turbulence in the Force?) that he made blood pour down my body. I kid you not. I wish I had pictures. I could have been a victim in a vampire movie. The antibiotics the doctor gave me certainly aren’t helping matters—it says on the bottle to avoid sunlight. Sunlight! That, and it’s wreaking havoc with my stomach—and making me sleepy. Which reminds me of that joke about never taking laxatives with sleeping pills.
Too much information? Ha!
And yes, there may be scarring. Which concludes this very special episode of My Lovely Day.
Now, back to work.