Friends and Kitties!
*Whining Maggot Alert*
Proceed at your own risk!
As I write this May Ling is racing around the house with a twist tie in her mouth and an enormous poufed tail. What a silly! I'm grateful for the laugh, because I'm feeling a little blue. Nothing serious, just the culmination of the Series of Unfortunate Events around here, to wit:
Scott's car accident is becoming a never-ending saga. An MRI revealed torn rotator cuff muscles and assorted cervical disc injuries. He's off to a neurosurgeon in three weeks, and has an appointment with a pain management specialist too. Not surprisingly, he's a little frightened and a lot depressed. Next week the drywall guy comes with all the mess and disruption, (I am going to see if I can get the A/C company to spring for a cleaning service after the sanding is done.) and the rub is that I'm working six shifts the next two weeks and Scott's booked up with Doctor appointments and therapy; we had to ask our neighbor to house-sit when the contractor is here--not an ideal situation.
My knee is healing but I'm still hampered on stairs and squatting. I'm sick and tired of not having my normal range of movement. I miss my yoga class. I can ride my bike on the trainer but it's not the same...and it's too blasted humid outdoors to even walk. Monsoon season here is like winter; you dash from the car to your destination and back spending as little time possible outside. It only lasts about two months, but for someone who loves to be out it's torture. I don't know how I managed to live so long in the Midwest where the weather is so rotten for so many months of the year.
I've been worried sick over my folks' kitty. Shadow probably had the worst reaction (short of death) from a combo vaccine I've ever heard of. After almost a month she's just started to get better. Their vet has been in contact with the company that manufactures the vaccine and they have been very helpful with therapy advice and are paying all the expenses, nonetheless, as my Mom so succinctly put it, they want their cat and their lives back. Shadow's vet is a wonderful dedicated woman, she gave Mom and Dad her personal phone number and the clinic staff are just as great. Shadow gets love and kisses every time she's there from everybody. Still, it's just been an awful, awful time.
Well, this has been a depressing post!
But that's life--sometimes it's not so great. I know that every day I'm upright and breathing is a good one, and considering the odds, I'm lucky to be here (and sentient) at all, so I won't whine. Much. Thanks for being my pressure release valve. You guys, and baking. Nothing like carbohydrate therapy to get that serotonin streaming through my brain! Which reminds me--I have the biscotti recipe as a PDF; let me know if you would like it.
Oh, and never eat twenty figs in one day. Trust me.
Have a Happy Sunday and a Calm Week!
XX Sheebie, a.k.a Lemony Sniket XX