I'm moving today. Friday is the interview for the permanent job of my dreams. I am tapering off using codeine for a hypermobility flare, which allows gives a good few days of feeling low-key fluey (just for added drama).
Yesterday afternoon, Zara vanished. She is not an adventurous cat but it seems she has secretly been climbing through a hole in the pen (check your pens regularly) and hunting up the mountainside my house backs onto. My kindly, all-odd-jobs-cash-in-hand older neighbour and I turned the house upside down, more or less unpacked everything and I threw my deposit away as we opened the sofas. I asked everyone in the street, I was close to tears. I ran around after her all day, tried to climb through the mountain foilage. My other neighbour who speaks no English sat out waiting for her.
I fell into a fitfull sleep downstairs around 11, leaving out her food, blankie, etc. Woke at 12 thinking I heard her mew. Nothing. Woke at 1 hearing something that - - didn't really sound like her mew, but I thought 'I'll never forget this if I don't check'.
Zara was in my forgein neighbour's garden crying. She couldn't get back in. I climbed the wall barefoot in the rain, woke up neighbour up (who also showered her with kisses), and I took her home through the front. She's been on my knee half the morning.
I must confess I did take a low dose my codeine today. Just couldn't face the first 0-day whilst I'm moving and while this happened, so I extended the taper a bit more than I was supposed to. I do want every gram out of my system by Friday, which it will be, but I feel a bit -- guilty isn't the right word, because it's my health, but disappointed in myself. I know it has potential for addiction and it does feel bad to taper off, but unfortunately its the best drug for my flareups because I'm allergic to NSAIDS.