Wednesday, July 28, 2010

emotional rescue.

i'm not one to take a break...ever...i am a completer...i keep going and going until i hit the pillow each night...but, things have changed...i have been forced to take a break, but i'll be back better than ever...i have lots of wonderful ideas and exciting plans to make fall my best season yet...so stay tuned. in the mean time...the little break...and why i have to do it...

what started as a few days off for a 10 day trip to florida in early august { totally manageable i thought by phone, i can still work...yay! } has now turned into a few additional days off due to a strange turn of events...and while, i'll still be 'here' for awhile...i won't be making any jewelry...or taking any photos for a few days at least...and then i'll be off to florida...

i am normally a super happy person who searches out the best in everything...still am, but...this week has thrown me for a loop...our cat of 15+ years suddenly took a turn for the worst and, knowing we were going to lose her soon, i began checking on her constantly and trying to make her happy and comfortable... we are huge animal lovers in our house and having an old dog, sadie, who miraculously is still hanging in there, and an old cat to care for has been totally emotional for me...still, i have kept smiling. well, monday night, chynna looked weak and i knew we would be taking her in the next day, i made salmon and wanted to feed her some...she mistakenly bit my finger...causing terrible pain....and lot of tears.


tuesday i went to the doctor to get a tetnus shot...wasn't sure if i needed one, but
thought, why not. much to my surprise...cat bites are super serious...dog bites not so much. who knew? i left with a shot in my arm {tears}, a shot in my butt {more tears} and a prescription for super, strong antibiotics...
came home and my cat died... peacefully...{but, painfully for all of us}...a lot more tears. tears and more tears. talked to my mom this morning...told her what had happened...she said go back to the doctor have them take another look..."an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure"...so, i went back to the doctor ...just to hear the"'okay, it looks better...you'll be fine..." talk...peace of mind is what i was looking for, i guess...an emotional rescue of sorts {yes, i think in lyrics}...instead, after three stabs in various places on both arms, they inserted a catheter in the crook of my arm and i must go back 3x a day for 20 mins. of iv antibiotics for the next few days. my finger is red, swollen and inflamed and i have been told not to use it...of course, with the catheter, i can't bend my right arm to brush my teeth, start my car or feed  myself, much less make pretty jewelry...so....having said all of that...and having felt way too sorry for myself long enough...{a few more tears, sniff, sniff}, i have decided to focus on getting better quickly and soaking up tons of new inspiration while i look at magazines and sit still soaking my silly finger {to get the lovely puss out}...i'm here in spirit, it will drive me crazy not to create for a few days or so, but, i'll be back better than ever...no more tears...i hope...