"Thanks for liking my photo/postcard. I took it in front of the Katy Heritage Museum. The text is my attempt at humor. :) Okay, the cattle water trough is good for bathing, and it gets so hot here it is a great hot tub, too. ;) Farting in the water makes bubbles just like in a hot tub."
Seems like every other person close to me is ill, in the middle of getting well, in the hospital, is recently discharged from the hospital, or . . .
There's a lot of drama going on in my life right now. I am up until dawn dispensing medications, checking temps, handling special diets, forcing fluids, checking urine output . . . There's not much time for writing if you are chief cook, bottle washer, and nurse. Yet I am able to pause in the middle of a storm, for a bit of humor.
This is one of my personal photo/postcards. It's been "favourited" several times on Postcrossing. That makes me feel good. I like the photographs of the watering trough/tub, too. Can't you just see a cowgirl taking a bath in a trough aka water fountain for horses and cattle? And, can't you see those bubbles on a hot Texas night, breaking the surface that reflects "the stars at night, deep in the heart of Texas"?
My mom was in the hospital. My youngest sister was in the hospital. She has renal failure. She's home now. So is my mom, except she had to be rushed back for a while. My older sister is in the hospital. I took my nephew in for major oral surgery Thursday. Afterward, he started bleeding uncontrollably in the parking lot, right before the nurse could get him into my car. The dentist had to leave the root of one wisdom tooth for complicated reasons, so we have to go back to get it removed, and there are two uppers that need extracting.
Simon has a serious infection that warranted a late night hospital run. Please, if you have pets, get pet insurance. He ended up having to stay overnight. I learned he has a heart murmur. I cried like a baby at the news. When I am ill or when I am depressed he never leaves my side unless I insist. He and Minuet are the best medicine ever. She cries for him, but I have to keep them separated. For now.
He hates the collar that keeps him from reaching his wounds and the iv sites. I think he might like his pain meds a little bit too much though. Has anyone ever heard of a feline addict? He's taking Amoxicillin, an NSAID, and some potent narcotics. If I miss a pain med dose he lets me know. Again, have you ever heard of feline addiction? Or and type of animal addiction? :)
So, I have a cat in my bed, a nephew in Erin's room next door, and JC in the master bedroom. I don't have time to write letters just now, but Lordy, am I composing them in my head. I let let go of fretting over falling behind in my correspondence, because fretting never paid a bill, fretting never climbed a hill, and it sure as heck never wrote a letter. Thanks for all the great mail I look forward to answering though. It's like looking at promises that need keeping. I always do my best to keep my promise.