Saturday, November 1, 2014

Last Critter Party till we return

As this post is aired this morning, we'll be at the Mwanza airport checking our luggage onto the domestic flight to Dar Es Salaam. 

At 2.45 this afternoon we board the SA Airways to Johannesburg. Landing in Johannesburg at around 6.30 pm, we collect our luggage, and catch the shuttle to our regular overnight hotel. 

Tomorrow morning we take the first domestic flight to Bloemfontein where  we'll be met by our precious family and dear friend, Rina. A 160km road trip from the city to our home town of Marquard where we'll be greeted enthusiastically by the dogs and cats and then our holiday proper will begin. 

Meanwhile, I've joined Eileen's Saturday Critter Party while we're in transit!  

Earlier this week Grant and I were in Mwanza. He had his bridge fitted at the dentist. Afterwards we did our shopping at the supermarket and then it was time for lunch at Malaika Beach Resort on Lake Victoria. Of course, as always I wandered around with my camera and took photos of interesting critters and scenes.
 Common Sandpiper
Cormorants fishing 
 Lizard basking in the sun
The beautiful gardens on the lake shore at the hotel

 Isn't it pretty?

As usual on the way home Grant and I spotted many birds. And of course we didn't stop but an hour before our town, we saw a few donkeys with their young. Frank, our driver pulled over so that I could get a photo of the smallest donkey we have ever seen.
 Mama donkey and her very tiny foal

And finally a look at our pups we've left behind in Mwadui! They're in exceptionally good hands, as I said in yesterday's post, so I'm not concerned; I'm just going to miss them! 
 Princess and one of her little girls


Friday, October 31, 2014

The last post !

Said tongue-in-cheek!

I thought I'd give an update on the state of my cat bite wound. As mentioned in a post earlier this week, I've had to have the first of three anti-rabies injections. I have two more which are packed in my suitcase and which our house doctor will administer for me on Monday and two weeks later, respectively.

Every morning I had my wound dressed  at 8am by John Shoshiwe . On Tuesday because we left very early for Mwanza (Grant's dental appointment), John came in to hospital early and treated my wounds at 5.30am.
Theater Nurse, John Shoshiwe

On Monday, while lying face down on the gurney, lost one of my earring studs. John saw me looking for it after he'd finished treating my wounds,   and said that if he found it, he'd keep it for me. After my dawn treatment on Tuesday he said, "Don't worry Bibi, when I sweep the theater, I'm sure I'll find it." 

That evening after we'd returned from Mwanza, Grant took the driver, Frank home. As he drove past the hospital (not his normal route) an orderly came out of the grounds and flagged him down. He gave Grant a folded tissue and said it was for Bibi. My earring stud! Incredible!

Next day John was on a week's leave and his assistant, Joshua dressed my wounds. Although he wasn't unprofessional, he was a lot rougher and dug deeper when flushing the wounds. I twitched and yelped on frequently while he said "Pole" (sorry) ! 

 My antibiotic injections on Monday morning started as an intravenous application. The stent kept falling out and although Teddy, the day sister next to the dispensary managed to get the meds into my veins, I bled profusely. That night when I visited the women's ward where the sister on duty would medicate me, I begged her (sound dramatic? It was! LOL) to please give the injection intro-muscularly. She warned me that it would be painful and I replied that I had a high pain threshold...

When you're injected by this hospital staff, they talk to you while preparing the syringes, putting you at ease. Then she'll tell you to turn around (I leaned over the bed) and she swabs the area, and as she inserts the needle she says: sindano/injection; as the fluid enters your body she says: dawa/medicine. 

Well, the first injection was a little prick and although I felt the meds flowing into my body, it was painless. When she injected the second and largest antibiotic, I also didn't flinch; then the medicine left the needle and entered this Vintage Bibi,  I clutched the edge of the gurney; I must have yelped out loud,  because the sister said: Pole to which I replied Asante /thank you (this is the norm!) 

This morning was my last two injections. Grant dropped me at the hospital and I entered the women's ward with my medication. All the staff that I pass in the corridors and in and around the wards, ask how the wound is. And I stop to show them: much better! When the sister took me into the ante-room to give me my final injections, she did the smaller, painless one first. Then she administered the largest (but thankfully the LAST) injection. As the dawa flowed under my skin, I came over faint!

I remember coming to in the women's ward, with a phalanx of nurses and sisters (and mothers whose children are in that ward) hovering anxiously around me. As soon as I could stand, the sister helped me along the corridor to the car, where Grant, totally unaware of his wife's predicament, was waiting! At home I lay down for about ten minutes; Regina brought me a glass of iced water. Soon I was up and about again and managed to continue and complete packing for our trip!

All this drama because of a highly-strung Khartoum slums rescue cat! Mmm..

And now for blogger friend, Margaret, Birding for Pleasure I'm adding the first video I took of the pups.

I'm signing off now, packing my Ultrabook in my backpack and getting ready to go! 

You all keep well, safe and happy till we meet again on Blogger. 

Last day with the pups and kitties

Firstly, let me apologize for the wrong setting on my video in yesterday's post. I'm still learning the ropes but I went into settings and managed to change it from private to public.  

Here it is again!

Next, this is the day that we leave for our three-week holiday in South Africa. I'm always loathe to leave as it means three weeks without seeing our cats. But now there's an added sadness to my departure. I have to leave my pups who have filled my every waking hour (and many of my sleeping ones) with great pleasure for the past six weeks.

I know they're in good hands with Michael, Zechariah. Armani, Joshua and Regina caring for them. I know I've made arrangements for their four meals a day. I know that they're as healthy as any pup can be, but more so than any other pup in the country.

On Wednesday Michael and I administered worm meds to Princess and all the pups. This was so much easier than doing cats. I mean, it was because I was giving the cats worms meds last week, and I inadvertently stood on Ginger's tail. He yowled, Shadow attacked him and in trying to restore the peace I was caught in the crossfire. (Many of you know about my week-long treatment at the hospital and the agony of the twice daily double doses of antibiotic injections.)
 The worm medication for Princess (the bigger dog!) and the seven pups. In the center is the pack of worm tablets for our three cats. I asked the vet to send me extra for future use. I have to force the tablets down the cats' throats and this is where the trouble started last week!

The worm tabs arrived with friend, Louise who brought them from SA for me. I placed the  tablet on the rail running around the enclosure fence. The pups were jumping around excitedly; Michael went into the pen and picked up one pup, we fed it the tablet (I licked one, it tastes meaty - says the vegetarian, LOL) then he'd put the pup inside the hut and lock the door. This way we managed to do all the pups without confusion. Princess was easy too; she simply swallowed her meaty treat! 
 One nugget tablet to deworm one pup. Princess' tablet was about four times larger 
Michael holds the worm tablet which the pup chewed and swallowed
 The second pup gets hers, and so on until we'd done all seven

Once we'd done all seven pups, he let them out of the huts and they made a beeline for the water bowl. For the past week the pups have tipped their water over constantly. I brought out an empty ice-cream container, Michael placed a clean stone in it and filled it with water. 
Voila! (the water around the container is because they dribble!) 

On Thursday during our morning play on the lawn, I brought out the puppy, kitten, bird and pet mouse flea powder which I'd used on Princess all year. Michael applied powder to the backs of each pup and Princess avoiding their eyes, ears and mouths. 
The pups relax all around Michael while he applies flea powder!

As I said, the pups are healthy and clean; their meals are lined up in huge bins (the ugali and dog pellets) and on the kitchen shelf: the oats, milk powder and tinned dog meat; blankets and towels are available for night time. yes, the pups are in good hands while Mum Bibi is away from home. 

We're leaving for Mwanza (160kms away) just after lunch. We spend the night at a beautiful hotel on the shores of Lake Victoria. Tomorrow morning early we fly to Dar es Salaam. 

 Our flight between Mwanza on Lake Victoria, and Dar Es Salaam on the Indian Ocean

At 2.45pm we board South African Airways flight to Johannesburg. We sleep over in a beautiful hotel just a few minutes' drive from the airport. On Sunday morning early we catch the domestic flight to Bloemfontein. By 9am we touch down and we're met by our son Angus  his wife, Amanda, our two little grandchildren, Joel and Abbey and friend and house-sitter Rina. 

Till I connect with Blogger again from my home in South Africa I wish you all a wonderful weekend.