Dark Night of the Soul

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A Sirius Predicament

“You’re a sucker, Fruit Bat.”

A fellow employee informed me today after I took in yet another sick animal for free.  Yes, perhaps I am a sucker.  It’s most assuredly not the first time I have been accused of such a thing.  Fortunately, I realize this.  The thing is….I don’t see it that way.  I have a big heart; a big, fat, mushy, bleeding heart.  I literally cannot help it.  Everyone at works knows this already.  Some of them, when an animal such as Sirius comes through, do not even tell me about it.  Instead they send the citizen on their way to the animal shelter to save me from taking it in.   True, many of the people who come into our clinic with sick animals just flat don’t want to pay for any treatment and expect us to either take the animal off their hands or give them everything for free, but there are a few who just can’t afford it.  I can’t really say for sure where Sirius falls in this category.  All I know is that I was sought out and asked to come to the front to look at a very, very sick kitten.  Well of course everyone knew how that was going to end.  I took him home.  But not before spending a good part of the day ensuring that he had at least three feet firmly back in the land of the living.  I still won’t allow myself to make any promises.  He’s still pretty darn bad off.  You never know though.  Miracles are wonderful things.  They happen most unexpectedly. 

Prayers for the little guy.  

Meep.

Well, I went to bed last night, and something weird happened.

I was lying there, trying to sleep, but I kept hearing this noise. My brain informed me that it was the sound of something crawling around in my pillow. The other part of my brain informed me that this was unlikely, it was probably just the sound of my hair moving against the pillowcase or something.

So I kept lying there, kept hearing this noise, and just couldn’t get to sleep. Finally I opened my eyes and propped myself up on an elbow to whack at my pillow to try and pound it into some non-noisemaking shape. And I saw something black move across my bed.

I did not scream. I did make a high-pitched noise of distress.

My vision is incredibly poor without my contacts or glasses, but at this point, I became a ninja and somehow got out of bed in about .03 seconds, had the light on and had whipped out my glasses. My first thought was that it was a spider, so of course there was a part of my brain gibbering in terror by itself, while the rest of me investigated.

Nothing was visible, but I was pretty sure that the black thing was hiding under my pillow. Carefully, I lifted the pillow. Below it, glimpsed in the second before I dropped the pillow like a hot brick, was a giant black beetle. We’ve been seeing a lot of them around this year, I don’t know what they are, but they’re big enough to freak me out when I find them in my bed.

The beetle proceeded to crawl on top of my pillow then, and I had to make myself kill it. With my shoe, and about three Kleenex. I then knocked all of the pillows and blankets off my bed to make sure there weren’t any more. And I couldn’t get to sleep for a very long time, because I kept having the phantom-sensation of bugs crawling on me, and every time I felt it, I jumped a foot and started brushing frantically at myself. I’ve got the heebie-jeebies again now, since I wrote this! How did it even get inside?!

A Thought

Hello World

That is all.

Bucked Off

I was finally thrown by a horse. It was just a matter of time. When you work with horses as much as I do it’s an inevitable fact. I was praying to God that I’d get away unscathed working with horses but you’re not a true rider until you’ve been thrown, fallen off, kicked, etc. I can now add thrown to the list. In my defense I was riding bareback and thus, totally screwed when he bucked. It was not entirely Blue’s fault as I misread him and thought he was ready for something. Needless to say he wasn’t and acted accordingly. Ah well. You live you learn, right? Thankfully I’m still alive! Lesson learned! In the words of John Lyons, “You can’t get hurt. No horse is worth that.”

On a brighter side, I just finished moving into my grandparent’s house Saturday. Turns out I may end up living here for the next two-and-a-half-years. Sounds good to me! I won’t have to take out anymore loans to attend college, and can survive on grants. I don’t even want to think about how much money I currently owe the school. *cries*

I also just got my job back as a cashier. Now I will have money again! Starbucks, here I come! ^_^

This is the horse who threw me. His name is Blue and he's a draft/mustang mix. He's probably 17-18hands.

Update!

Good news, good news! The ovarian cyst should resolve all on its own! My dad is super relieved by this and has finally calmed down. I don't blame him for being worked up about it but I honestly didn't think it was anything to be concerned with. Maybe a little but not to the point of making one's self sick. Ah well.

If you haven't yet heard we now own five cats. Five! Three of which are Momma, Zant, and Loki-cats from the college campus. I spent about an hour yesterday trying to get some nice photos of them to share. Here are a few of the ones I took that I thought were pretty good.