It is amazing how we can wake up on a given morning and take for granted that it will be just another day.  Little do we know that part of our life is about to change.  It might not be an overwhelming change, although sometimes just a small inconvenient change can turn out to be a thorn in one's side.

It all started about three weeks ago when I went on my routine weekly visit to a rest home.  As I was in the midst of my bible study, the nurses rolled in a very unhappy Miss Linda.  The nurses had forced her to take a bath and come out of her room.  Miss Linda had fallen out of her bed within the week and hurt her back.  Although I have heard of an ensuing depression after an elderly person breaks a hip, I have not heard of this happening from just hurting one's back.  However, Miss Linda has lost her will to do anything, including eat.  This presented a problem with regard to her pet, Precious the cat.  She had also stopped feeding and caring for Precious.  The nurses all seemed to have great disdain for this cat.  Nobody would volunteer to feed or change the litterbox until Linda recovered.

After my meeting, I went to talk with a very unhappy Linda.  All she wanted to do was go back to bed.  Lunch time was approaching, so I stayed and had lunch with her, hoping to generate a bit of enthusiasm.  I pretty much had to feed her as I would a very small child.  While there, one of the staff came up to inform Linda that they would have to find another place for the cat.  Linda agreed.  Knowing that the "other place" for the cat would be the local pound, sight unseen, I offered to take care of Precious until she got better.  Very much hoping that she would get better.  I informed Linda and the Staff that I would be back the next day with the cat carrier.

Around noon, I showed up to pick up the cat.  Miss Linda hadn't eaten, so I talked her into letting the nurse bathe her and then we had lunch together, sort of.  I fed her as much as I could.  She immediately wanted to take a nap, so we went back.  Precious was huddled in the closet.  We talked a bit, and then I proceeded to convince Precious to come home with me.  Two hours later, I was still chasing Precious thoughout the room.  At one point I had picked her up.  However, she managed to free herself from my arms and bolt under the bed.  I was crawling in closets, crawling under the bed, trying to convince Precious that I was really her friend.  Food didn't even work.  I made a little trail of food leading to me.  Nope, she knew that was a trap.  Two hours later she let me pet her.  I could just reach her under the bed.  When she least expected it I picked her up and this time held her tightly while petting and cooing to her.  I asked Linda to call a nurse to help me put Precious in the carrier.

After a little while, a nurse came in and asked Linda what she wanted.  I requested that she help me put Precious in the carrier so that I could take her home.  Horrified she looked at me and said that she was afraid of that cat.  I asked her if she could get me a nurse that was not afraid.

A little while later, another nurse entered and said "Cover up Linda, I have James with me."  One would naturally assume that James would be a handiman that would help me in what might be a difficult endeavor.  I turned around and there was James the resident with his girlfriend who has Parkinsons.  She kindly offered to hold the cat, but I declined, thinking of how to proceed with a "Plan B."  I then proceeded with the only idea that would work.  I asked James to take the carrier and put it on the floor with the back to the floor and the door on top.  I had James hold it while I dropped Precious in and quickly slammed the door behind her.  whew.  Job done.

The trip home was uneventful and I put her on the front seat next to me and talked to her all the way.  Once home, I put the carrier on the floor and opened the door putting some water and food right outside.  After a few hours, she merely bolted for under my bed. And stayed there for two days.  On the third day, she was in my closet, huddled in the corner as she had been in Miss Linda's closet.  As I approached her she bolted back under the bed for another day.  The next time I saw her in the closet, I quickly picked her up and decided that Precious could stay in the guest room with water, food, and kitty litter facilities.  For two weeks I would go into the room to talk to and pet Precious, and for two weeks she tried her best to avoid me.  However, things got better.  Little by little she let me pet her and on that fateful day, she was actually being affectionate and purring.  I picked her up, and this time she half way enjoyed the attention.  She wasn't just hanging there in a "let me down" position.  However, the small inconvenience that would affect my life was about to happen.

I became brave and thought that maybe she could now have access to the entire house.  At this point, my friend Amy knocked on my door to return a dish.  I told her what I was up to and Amy, who is much wiser than I, sizing up the situation, suggested that I might want to put her back in the room and maybe leave the door open and leave the decision up to Precious.  I would have followed her advice, but then an unforeseen circumstance took place.  Misty, my faithful dog, best friend, and companion, came up and started to sniff at and welcome Precious.  Why I thought that dog and cat would be friends and live happily everafter, I will never know.  But,  I took Precious and introduced her to Misty.  "Look Precious, here's Misty."  The rest is really just a blur.  I heard a gosh awful hiss and as Precious broke from my hold and literally climbed up my legs and body to bolt to the bathroom, she seriously and frantically bit my shoulder.  Three of her teeth broke the skin and went deep into my shoulder.  The only curious thing that I still wonder about is that none of the bites ever bled.  Amy was standing there horrified.  As she tried to help me I yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"  At this point, Amy herself started yelling a bit hysterically, "RABIES!  RABIES! I'VE GOT TO TAKE YOU TO THE DOCTOR!"  Those words immediately sobered me and I came back to reality.  I did my best to calm Amy down.  Uh, no.  Not the doctor.  I have colloidal silver.  After a while of convincing her that I would be fine and that I would not go to the doctor, Amy left, convinced that I was about to die.

I got the colloidal silver and took one tablespoon, thinking that I would up my dose and take three tablespoons a day. 

The three bites became swollen and painful in a short time.  When I spoke to Tony he said . . . "Tablespoons!!!!!!!!!!  Drink one entire bottle NOW! and half a bottle each day after. " So I did.

Next day my shoulder looked like a baseball and there was quite a lot of pain involved.  And no, Amy did not see it.  I made sure of that.  I continued the required dosage of colloidal silver.

A couple of days later, Ohford instructed me on a poultice to put on it, to which Tony agreed.  As I read these posts quite late at night, my intention was to go out first thing in the morning.  However, the next morning I woke up to a marvelous surprise.  The swelling was much, much better and not at all as painful as it had been.  So.... I decided not to go out and get the poultice ingredients because I felt so good and also it was pouring outside.  The nearest health store is twenty miles away.  I also decided that I was totally healed and took it upon myself to stop drinking the half bottles of colloidal silver and went back to my one tablespoon a day.

Two days later which is this morning, I woke up in quite a bit of pain and upon examining my bites, one has healed, but two are now swelling again.  So I have begun the colloidal silver regimen again.  I should not have stopped quite so soon.

The moral of this entire story:  The bite was very bad.  Taking into consideration the swelling, anyone depending on mainstream medicine would have had to go to the doctor for antibiotics and I don't know what else.  I don't know if they would have talked me into the rabies shots just to be safe, as I do not know this cat's history.  For sure I would have been given a tetanus shot.  Yet, I know the quality of the Utopia Silver Products.  Colloidal silver will kill all bacteria.  In fact, it has been known to cure rabies.  I am sure that the fact that I had been taking Colloidal Silver regularly also helped.

This was a most unusual circumstance.  However, the dangers out your front door are very real.  The yearly winter flu that always comes around, the stomach flu, infections, pneumonia, the list goes on.  Actually, Colloidal Silver will also cure Lyme Disease.  Taking Colloidal Silver on a regular basis will protect you from these illnesses, and heaven forbid should something unforeseen happen, Colloidal Silver is the answer.  I will tell you that Utopia Silver Colloidal's Silver saved me from an even more pronounced infection and I was healed in just a couple of days.  Be prepared, start your regimen now.  Go to Utopia Silver and get yours.

Now, for my next problem.  I still have Precious.  And Precious is huddled in a corner by the headboard most of the time now.  I do see evidence that she is eating, drinking water and using the facilities.  But I know in the long run, she will not get along with Misty and Maggie my manx.  Staying here is out of the question.  I wouldn't give her to a house with children or pets, and I'm not sure she will be much company, if any, to an adult or older person.  And it doesn't look like Miss Linda is getting better. 

What to do? 

Hugs,

Luella