Louis Catorze is due to have his tooth extraction today.
I donβt feel great about this. I am an anxious person by nature and I am particularly anxious when it comes to his health issues, which just seem to keep coming (although, to be fair, we were warned about this). And this week is my first full week of the new school year, so the timing really couldnβt be worse.
Catorze is also ageing faster than Dorian Grayβs portrait. His white hairs are becoming more and more numerous and, when we compare him to pictures from two or three years ago, the difference is startling. The fact that heβs an old man with the constitution of a swatted gnat doesnβt make him an ideal candidate for surgery, regardless of how common the procedure.
As ever, the one positive in this situation is the fact that he doesnβt appear to know or care that heβs not well. He is still carrying on with life as he did before, and loving every bit of it. If his health were half as robust as his sass, I know that he would get through the surgery with no problem whatsoever.
Please keep your fingers crossed for the little sod. Cat Daddy and I will be awaiting his return with ample Orijen (and water to dampen it).
Can you soak it and try again before you commit to said trip? (I’m kind of snortiggling as I say this because Le Roi, but I remember my socks gluing to my feet when I got massive bloody blisters on my heels (years and years and years ago) and standing in the bath was the only way to get them off without ripping the rest of my heels off.)
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