My dear friends, I am exhausted.
The vet put Molly on an additional medication – gabapentin – and for a few days she was a different dog. She was interactive and energetic. But it didn’t last. At least her pain is lessened,
Kitten had her spay surgery yesterday. Once home she was clawing at the crate to get out and I was afraid she’d harm herself so I let her out. That was a mistake. She did harm herself and last night I made a mad dash to the emergency vet clinic a half hour away. Kitten underwent another surgery to repair the damage and was doing well afterward. Once I heard the news I crashed.
Normal living is hard, but trying to do it all when you’re healing from extensive trauma is nearly impossible.
But there is hope. Recently I started finding dimes. Irony? No. Each dime came after I asked the Universe for help. I don’t suddenly believe in deities, but I do believe in String Theory and I believe in you. I found one yesterday and the small act sustained me enough to get through that awful time.
But it’s not enough. So I brazenly come to you asking for your help. Please do your thing, whatever works for you, and send me some positive people in my life. I need friends. I need physical presence. I need hugs, smiles, someone to sit with me when I’m too tired to do anything else. You are good and loving souls and I know you can make it happen. So give those folks a little opposing force and push them toward me. And thank you.
Please note I am not asking for advice on how I can find friends. I have no energy, otherwise why would I be asking for unproven help of people I’ve never met. Save your well-intentioned but poorly-timed advice for another time and place.
Oh, and if you think now would be a good time to take advantage of me when I’m down, I suggest you rethink that. I’m hurting and I’m tired but I’m also madder than hell and if the situation required it would stab you in the heart without flinching.
Please hold up Kitten and Molly with your love.