It Must Be The Hair…
Have you ever had a random flux of things just happen so suddenly and so unexpectedly that you just are left wondering what changed? Something had to have happened or changed to trigger everything…right? Right?
For me, that’s how the past few weeks have been. Hence the quip. It must be the hair…
I mean, nothing else has really changed. It’s cold. I’m always wearing multiple layers. I’m working overtime on my days off. I’m still not sleeping as much as I should and getting by on (probably) way too much caffeine. I’m still the same sarcastic, observant, intense, bookworm, cat-loving pain in the ass person I’ve always been.
I deliberately say and post things to ferret out people who are racist or homophobic or anti-science. I make no secret that I am opinionated and strong-willed. Yet lately…lately this is actually working for me.
There have been many new people that have entered my life. Quite a few people who have become more active in my life, and some who’ve suddenly just become warmer to me in general.
Work has been going extremely well. I feel solid in my new position, and I feel that I am excelling with my increased responsibilities and expectations. The schedule change has been rough…to be honest I am still trying to adjust to it…but I know that I will rise to this challenge as I have risen to every other challenge presented to me before.
The only dark spot the past few months has been Nova’s health. He’s been to the vet’s over a dozen times since November for a few different issues, and most of the problems have been resolved, but I am still struggling with accepting that he is getting older, and he will likely simply have health issues for however many years he has left with me. He’ll be 12 this year…I’d say considering things, as a cat, he’s still very healthy for his age. Currently we’ve discovered he has a slight heart murmur, and he has developed an incontinence issue whenever he sleeps, but there is no sign of diabetes or a urinary blockage, and his kidney function is in the normal range. I could put him through additional invasive testing, but I’ve chosen to stick with medication and just monitoring the situation.
I guess really, I’m probably more stressed out about him than I’ve readily admitted to anyone, now that I am writing things down. It’s very frustrating and I know that he’s not happy at all when he wakes up and he’s wet. Not to mention, I’m constantly cleaning up after him because of it. I can’t bring myself to crate him while I’m at work or while I’m sleeping, so I’m always spraying the carpet where he lays or my bed with Nature’s Miracle and Febreeze, and shampooing and changing out my linens.
Other than that though, he is a happy cat. He’s eating well, he plays, he still wants to cuddle and be a part of everything. He still fights with Gia. I guess maybe I haven’t been sharing all of this with too many people because I’m afraid they’ll say I should put him down or tell me I’m wasting my money bringing him to different vets and having different tests done to try to find out what is going on. To me, spending $3,000 on vet bills in the past couple of months to try to help him is a very small price to pay. I adopted him in 2006, and he has been my constant companion since then. To me, he and Gia are like children.
Wow. I’ve gotten very off topic from what I had intended to write about…guess I really did need to get all of that off of my chest.
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