Daze go by....

I'm sitting here watching the cats doing their thang.  Kim's had to resort to squirting them with a water bottle because they're getting up on the sides and the table as well as trying to venture outside whenever possible.  They're not happy with it but we only have their best interests at heart, we don't want them getting up when perhaps the stove is on and burning/scalding themselves in the process.  When it happens, they back off and don't seem to like either of us for a little while but it's a necessary evil I'm afraid and in a little while, they'll be exhibiting new patterns of behaviour and will have forgotten the process whereby that came about. 

What else did I do today?  Oh yes, I lost some time.  I put the iRiver on, selected an album (Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat) and walked to the door to head down to the laundry room to finish off what I'd been washing.  Both cats looked asleep so thought no more of it.  As I went to close the door, Jem had sprung up and was halfway through the door.  Because I was in a hurry to get back down to the clothes and didn't want him going out I misjudged the distance between myself and the wooden doorframe and smacked by head into it.

I don't know if I was unconscious or whether the body's systems went into automatic pilot for a while, all I know is the track I had picked was fading out when I 'awoke' so about 2 minutes or so had passed.  I felt rotten but headed down to the laundry anyway to see if I could finish that.  I couldn't.  I came back upstairs and told Kim what had happened, all I really wanted to do though was sleep.  Kim kept me awake by making me sit against a large pillow we have on the bed and where I watched a couple of episodes of The West Wing.

I had made an appointment with the doctor and went down there at 3.30pm where I was given the once-over but I'm fine, just a mild concussion.  I have a tiny lump from earlier, it did get a little bigger but it was nothing monumental.  I just have to take it easy today, I feel rather headachey but I'll be fine.  3 feet in front of me, the cats are tucking in to their dinner and I think they're adorable.  I think the cuteness of the kitties will ensure I never stay angry with them for too long.

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