Sometimes when it rains it pours, like yesterday and today for example because of that ornery dang Irma hurricane! My town has cancelled school for two days in a row so my entire family, including the Professor, get the luxury of sleeping in while I wake up at 6:30 am and begin a day of 9 OT kids on Monday and a handful today/Tuesday. I love it to bits, but sometimes, I’d love to sleep in on an unexpected day and if you are one of my OT parents, y’all are precious to me and I adore my work but I know you know what I mean. Sweet slumber on an unexpected day . . . heaven!
Some weird stuff has been surrounding itself around me lately and it has not only made me sick but dog tired, which is not at all how I roll. The Professor tells me that I am like the Energizer Bunny most days but I believe my batteries need changing as I don’t feel very energized much at all lately. I know I’m not alone, I just have to talk about it.
So, the weird began about a month and some ago when my face started breaking out as if I was a dang teenager again. Most days, I don’t wear any makeup at all other than my false eyelashes and my tinted chapstick. I hate all that stuff sitting on my face suffocating it. Well, not lately . . . I’ve had to break out the ‘cover-up’ products and I’m not good at it I can assure you. Here’s how I know . . .
Every once in a while I will go hog-wild on a zit that I feel should be brutally annihilated and sometimes I go so nuts that I will accidentally leave behind a bit of blood and then later a scab.
Cue my observant parent . . .
As I am walking my OT kid out to his mom’s car to say hi and tell her how good her son did a couple of weeks ago, I see her look up, squint her eyes, and hone right in on my attempt at covering up my new self-inflicted scab as she says, “Oh my lord, hold still, there is a tick on your cheek!” I about fell out right there on the driveway. After recovering, I explained to her that it was a self-inflicted scab and I attempted to cover it up but alas it has become obvious that I inadvertently disguised it as a tick instead.
I now have about 5 ‘ticks’ on my face but what I can’t figure out is, where the other 4 came from as I only attacked one?
Well, I figured it out the other day quite by accident. Well, the Professor did actually.
Recently, I had to get my gel nails taken off because of my Hippotherapy OT piece to my practice. I hooked one of my gel nails in the saddle on the way down and nearly ripped the whole nail bed off as I dropped to the ground, turned green, and nearly threw up. That was that . . . so I took them all off and I now have paper-thin but sharp as hell left-over nails that are in recovery after being covered up for about 4 years.
The Professor had stayed up late, he’s the owl, I am not . . . and passing through to check on me, as I didn’t feel so well and went to bed earlier than usual, he observed me scrape my own face with my paper-thin dagger left-over nails, so that mystery was solved and now my nails are cut and filed down to the quick. My hands look like little people hands as I do not posses long luxurious fingers but my hands work so I don’t worry about it much. The only reason I got them in the first place was because the Professor got me the most gorgeous wedding ring set and then added to it so its a stunning layer of gorgeousness and I felt my little people hands wouldn’t do it justice so I went for the get nails.
Moving on . . .
Well, my sweet dog Scout sustained a scratch to his eye and I let it got for a couple of days not realizing that this what had happened and in the meantime, it got infected, ulcerated, and he was on the verge of losing the whole damn eye. I just thought he poked it and it would heal on its own as I observed him kinda watery eyed and keeping it closed on the third day.
Now, I believe in the body healing itself and I have to be near death to go into the doctor’s office and you’d think they’d know better than to keep calling me about a ‘well-person’ visit every year. It ain’t going to happen so take me off of the list already.
This was my thought on my dog, he’ll get over it. Well . . . I officially suck!
The Professor tells me that I NEED to take the poor K9 in so I cave because after all, it is the poor thing’s eye. As the news was announced to me, as they did this color stuff in his eye, turned out the lights, and got a blue light to shine in it, I almost threw up as I looked at what looked like a milky white filled-in circle on top of his eye like he was already blind. The doc said that I could not have seen this on my own, hence the blue light show. I felt so upset and $363 later, I carried my sweet baby K9 home and shed a few tears at being so stubborn. Forgive me, Scouty!
So, I had to put drops in his eye every 4 hours and even in the middle of the night. Not fun. I had to be diligent and do this for 3 days and then went down to 3 times a day. The doc asked to see Scout again today, its been since Thursday of last week when I caved, so off we went in at 9:30 this morning. As I was standing there talking to the vet nurse, I feel a warm wetness on my ankle and drip down into my shoe. I thought, “Have I sprung a leak or something?” Oh no, joy boy K9 misjudged the marking area on the rug I was standing on and marked my damn ankle and shoe. The nurse bust out laughing and I had to also as I said, “I guess his depth perception is off a bit because of that eye.” Ewwwwww!
As I sat there waiting for our turn, after tyding up my urine covered leg, sock, and shoe, I heard a low murmur out of the occupied room of the people and their K9 before me. The door was wide open but I was sitting to the side some and I could hear the discussion and I got tearful yet again.
These two early 60’s somethings were trying to make the heart wrenching decision of if it was time to put their dog down as she was suffering quite a lot according to them. Oh, my heart. I looked over at the nurse and said, “Oh good Lord, this just makes me so sad.” She agreed and said that was the hardest part of her job and I had to agree to that. Ugh!
I don’t know the outcome but what was decided in the time I was there was that they would leave the dog to do some blood work to see if putting her down was justifiable and as the couple walked out, wife was tearful, I looked at them, nodded, and smiled and said, “I’ll pray about this for you two. I can’t imagine.” They both smiled and walked out. Oh, my heart again.
Usually, folks get dogs before they have kids. These folks are in training I believe because they have to learn what unconditional love feels like from these sweet little K9’s so that when it is their turn to have a human baby, it finally dawns on them why their K9 goes hog-wild when they come home after being at work all day. Dogs are gifts, dogs are pre-cursors for unconditional love, dogs are friends, confidants, children for some who can or don’t want any for whatever reason, but most of all dogs are precious babies given to us by God himself. I don’t need to point out what God spelled backwards is now do I?
Dog gone it its been a rough couple of months but it makes my heart, my ‘ticked-up’ face, and my soul good to stop and take care of my sweet baby K9 because what I learned is that I have gotten too damn busy and I am neglecting the precious things and people and K9’s in my life. Shame on me, dog gone it!! 🙂