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These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

Location: California, United States

Thursday, March 09, 2006

CAT Scan

It sure in the hell wasn't scheduled. And the cat forgot to tell me that it would be an invasive procedure.

Picture this: It's 0230. The air outside is a nippy 38 degrees. The heat is turned down and the electric blanket is on. NursePam is sound asleep, curled up on her right side, dreaming of nurses who beg to come to work.

The Magster has cozily wedged her little body between my stomach and the pillow next to me. Suddenly I am awake. I feel pain on my face and see blood on my hands. I have no idea what happened.

I jump out of bed and run to my bathroom mirror. There is a fair amount of blood sprouting from what looks to be a gash on my left cheek. I have a moderate scratch on my right cheek and claw marks around my chin. Then I notice a decent chunk of the knuckle on my right index finger seems to be missing some skin.

The cat! She jumps up onto the bed post or the headboard above my head in order to look out the window. Evidently, something either startled or excited her. At which time she used my face for a springboard down from the bed post and on to the floor. Probably to get a better look from the sliding glass door in the living room.

I patched myself up as best I could with antibiotic ointment and a couple of bandaids. Then I went looking for the cat. She was hiding under the bed. I must have screamed when she jumped but I don't remember hearing it. She was not coming out from her safe spot, thank you very much.

Maggie slept through the whole thing. Today, my left cheek is black and blue, puffy, and raw looking. It hurts. So does my finger.

I never cared for that cat. Not really. She belongs to the daughter of my ex-roommate. The felon. It's not fair. But my face looks like I felt after a few years under the same roof with her.

Still, I feel obligated to care for the cat. Besides, Maggie likes her.

Kinja, the weblog guide


Blogger just me said...

Hope it heels quickly!

(Side note, and OT but you wrote something on the IV board that I cut and pasted and put in my sigg. on a parenting board I belong to. It was the comment about Iraq, I am so impressed by that comment and the truth in it. If you are upset that I quoted you please tell me and I will take it down. I didn't put that it was you that I quoted it from though. Please let me know as I don't want to upset you.)

11:00 AM PST  
Blogger Trisha said...

Our cat has done that to my husband before, but luckily (for both of us) he has not done it to me!


3:30 PM PST  
Blogger ~ nellenelle said...


I've had our kitties do this in the past, what with a skylight right above the bed and a sill right below it... when excited, they forget protocol and switch to one track mind mode...


5:41 PM PST  
Blogger NursePam said...

Just Me :o) Not only am I not upset. I am terribly flattered that someone would think I said something that is worth quoting.

8:53 PM PST  
Blogger NursePam said...

Haaaaaaa! Trisha and Nelle, in the face? Although I have my fair share of cat scars, the only other one I ever got in the face was from the bitch cat from hell. She did it on purpose because she was mad at me for some reason. I loved that cat.

8:57 PM PST  

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