Berg Katse
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Three Months of Madness...
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I've just been through the longest three months of my entire life. Here are the highlights:
April:
--Sully, my male cat, falls ill one night. After rushing him to the vet, we find out he has crystals in his urine and they're threatening to block his urethra. This is a very serious condition in male cats and can lead to catheterization, surgery to remove the crystals and a lot of hospital time. He spends three days in the hospital, where we have to go down and force feed him medicated food--the only way to get the crystals to break up naturally. He's put on three different pills and ít took forever before he'd eat the medicated food. It took over two weeks, but luckily, he's doing well now.
--my cousin, a volunteer firefighter, discovers the body of a man who died of smoke inhalation. After counselling, he chooses me (for some reason) to confide into and talk about his ordeal. It's pretty rough, because he's super sensitive and has a very difficult time dealing with death. I'm now his sounding board when dealing with the stress of being a firefighter.
--I have to take a trip home to present my business at a bridal show. Day of show, we load the car up, only to discover my father has left his headlights on all night and the battery is dead. Finally find a ride with my cousin (my parents were too cheap to get a taxi--how sad is that). An hour before the show starts, we get hit with a monsoon. Torrential downpour, barely 50 people show up. No one shows up for a workshop I planned. After four terribly boring hours of doing nothing, we can't get ahold of my cousin to take us home. We do finally get home, however. Sadly, the bus trip to home and back is barely covered by the sales I made at the show. And I come back completely exhausted--no one within a five mile radius can sleep near my mother because of her snoring.
May:
--I get word that I'm having two moles excised from my neck and back on Friday the 13th. I'm stressed trying to finish the last huge assignment of my latest educational pursuit. I'm also worried, seeing my mom has cancer, that I might have it too.
--Friday the 13th. After having a shower, I do a rare thing and use a blowdryer to dry my hair so I can go out and occupy myself before my surgery so I don't drive myself insane with worry. I finish with my hair, and smell something odd. I go out to the kitchen and ask Richie to come and smell the bathroom--I think I've burnt out the blowdryer. Uncertain what it is, Richie follows me up the hall to the bedroom (I was still naked, and what man isn't going to follow a naked body).
We get to the second bedroom, the smell is really strong now, and looking in through the doorway, we see the room is full of blue smoke. Immediate panic sets in. Richie agrees I should call 911 and get the fire department here. I toss on some clothes and run outside. He's still inside, turning off the power to the room and looking for flames. He makes the executive decision not to toss the cats out the door to save them. The fire department arrives (in what seems like forever), and four firefighters start to go through the room. They discover an unused wall receptacle has shorted and was just seconds away from igniting. In comes an electrician, followed by the fire inspector. The inspector tells us we need to have all our wiring checked in six weeks or we lose our house insurance and the house is considered unfit to live in. By the time I get to the surgery, I beg my doctor to put me under just to give me some rest. The next two weeks are filled with electricians checking all the wiring, running new circuits for the kitchen, installing new grounding plate and electric panel, all to the tune of over $4000.
--the electrical fire has caused me to go completely paranoid. I'm scared to be in the house, and I'm scared to be away from it. I am not sleeping. When I go to have my stitches removed after 10 days, my doctor takes one look at me and decides it's time to start with some medication to help me relax. She smartly gives the prescription to Richie, knowing I'm took scared to take it. It takes a good month, but I'm finally getting comfy being in my house again.
--good news--my moles were benign.
June:
--What I thought was going to be a super easy course has turned into a nightmare. My final exam is 14 questions long (all essay), and I'm given 10 days to write it. It takes all 10 days. The exam is 16 pages, typed, when completed. I pass, but my God, it was rough.
--my dad gets word that the company he's worked for is shutting down permanently. He's offered a job in a city an hour south of my house, but he can't take it because mom really can't move in the shape she's in. Dad has no idea what he's going to do when the company closes in August, as he cannot afford mom's medication (which is in the thousands of dollars).
--I'm given a CAT scan to see if I have any brain anomalies other than the ones we already know I have (hehee). I've been suffering migraines. Cause still unknown, treatment forthcoming (soon, I hope).
--My mother falls ill with the flu and misses her monthly cancer treatment. This is a concern because you cannot go any longer than five weeks without it. Her bones are deteriorating despite the treatment, and it's harder than ever for her to move around. She finally gets the treatment, just at the last possible moment.
--My grandmother is put in the hospital with pneumonia. She is sent home, though is still incapacitated. My grandfather spends most of his time in a quasi-catatonic state due to shell shock. The doctors want home care, meal deliveries, etc. and my uncle argues with my dad for a whole week over the care--my uncle still thinks my grandmother can still look after herself and my grandfather. My dad finally gets my uncle to see that they're too old to properly care for themselves and starts setting up home assistance. My dad finally falls ill because of the stress.
--Just when I start getting my business website set up, I fall ill with the flu. I still have it. I tried to go see the fireworks on Canada Day and I think I coughed up a lung while I was on the waterfront. I'm still coughing--and sleep would be so nice right now.
And that's why I've not been around....
Any one else had a fun time the past few months?
Katse
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03-07-2005 14:41
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Buffy
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Boy it seems like more and more people have had some emotional roller coasters the last few months. Everyone I talk to is ready for a vacation.
In my neck of the woods? Cancer, Divorce, Dialysis, Arrest, Drug abuse prompted family fight, Broken Appliances, Broken Car, and Lost job. And that is just our family members under 40. If I include the whole shebang, I can add 2 cases of Alsheimers (how the heck do you spell that?) and an attempt at financial emotional blackmail.
Hey, but other than that, we're doing pretty good!
Any other takers? Vent right in! The water's fine!
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04-07-2005 16:32
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Metaliant
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I am an Eagle.
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Only 3 month. Bah.
On 2nd July 1993, I was crossing a quiet (very quet) road, where, 2 cars slowed down and stopped at a crossing. I natually assumed that I was okay to cross and started to cross. I hard a roar of an engine, turned to my right and saw a white car come at me at speed.
To short a long tale, I was knocked over by a car, 7 weeks before my 21st birthday, spend 6 weeks in hospital, spent about 4 or 5 months (guess, my memory is fading with age) at home stuck in my bedroom, not able to walk except to the toilet with 2 crutches. After all that, I started to move around a bit more, with crutches down the drive, and then further, to the end of the close, where I lived with my parents.
I couldn't even go out on Christmas or New Years Eve, and then by the end of January, beginning of Feburary, I could walk anyway without any aids. By April/May, I went to court to see the little stupid 18 year old girl try to lie her way out of the Driving Without Care charge and fail.
Since then I have both physically and mentally scars for the past 12 years.
I think I win. 
| quote: | Originally posted by Berg Katse
I've just been through the longest three months of my entire life. Here are the highlights:
April:
--Sully, my male cat, falls ill one night. After rushing him to the vet, we find out he has crystals in his urine and they're threatening to block his urethra. This is a very serious condition in male cats and can lead to catheterization, surgery to remove the crystals and a lot of hospital time. He spends three days in the hospital, where we have to go down and force feed him medicated food--the only way to get the crystals to break up naturally. He's put on three different pills and ít took forever before he'd eat the medicated food. It took over two weeks, but luckily, he's doing well now.
--my cousin, a volunteer firefighter, discovers the body of a man who died of smoke inhalation. After counselling, he chooses me (for some reason) to confide into and talk about his ordeal. It's pretty rough, because he's super sensitive and has a very difficult time dealing with death. I'm now his sounding board when dealing with the stress of being a firefighter.
--I have to take a trip home to present my business at a bridal show. Day of show, we load the car up, only to discover my father has left his headlights on all night and the battery is dead. Finally find a ride with my cousin (my parents were too cheap to get a taxi--how sad is that). An hour before the show starts, we get hit with a monsoon. Torrential downpour, barely 50 people show up. No one shows up for a workshop I planned. After four terribly boring hours of doing nothing, we can't get ahold of my cousin to take us home. We do finally get home, however. Sadly, the bus trip to home and back is barely covered by the sales I made at the show. And I come back completely exhausted--no one within a five mile radius can sleep near my mother because of her snoring.
May:
--I get word that I'm having two moles excised from my neck and back on Friday the 13th. I'm stressed trying to finish the last huge assignment of my latest educational pursuit. I'm also worried, seeing my mom has cancer, that I might have it too.
--Friday the 13th. After having a shower, I do a rare thing and use a blowdryer to dry my hair so I can go out and occupy myself before my surgery so I don't drive myself insane with worry. I finish with my hair, and smell something odd. I go out to the kitchen and ask Richie to come and smell the bathroom--I think I've burnt out the blowdryer. Uncertain what it is, Richie follows me up the hall to the bedroom (I was still naked, and what man isn't going to follow a naked body).
We get to the second bedroom, the smell is really strong now, and looking in through the doorway, we see the room is full of blue smoke. Immediate panic sets in. Richie agrees I should call 911 and get the fire department here. I toss on some clothes and run outside. He's still inside, turning off the power to the room and looking for flames. He makes the executive decision not to toss the cats out the door to save them. The fire department arrives (in what seems like forever), and four firefighters start to go through the room. They discover an unused wall receptacle has shorted and was just seconds away from igniting. In comes an electrician, followed by the fire inspector. The inspector tells us we need to have all our wiring checked in six weeks or we lose our house insurance and the house is considered unfit to live in. By the time I get to the surgery, I beg my doctor to put me under just to give me some rest. The next two weeks are filled with electricians checking all the wiring, running new circuits for the kitchen, installing new grounding plate and electric panel, all to the tune of over $4000.
--the electrical fire has caused me to go completely paranoid. I'm scared to be in the house, and I'm scared to be away from it. I am not sleeping. When I go to have my stitches removed after 10 days, my doctor takes one look at me and decides it's time to start with some medication to help me relax. She smartly gives the prescription to Richie, knowing I'm took scared to take it. It takes a good month, but I'm finally getting comfy being in my house again.
--good news--my moles were benign.
June:
--What I thought was going to be a super easy course has turned into a nightmare. My final exam is 14 questions long (all essay), and I'm given 10 days to write it. It takes all 10 days. The exam is 16 pages, typed, when completed. I pass, but my God, it was rough.
--my dad gets word that the company he's worked for is shutting down permanently. He's offered a job in a city an hour south of my house, but he can't take it because mom really can't move in the shape she's in. Dad has no idea what he's going to do when the company closes in August, as he cannot afford mom's medication (which is in the thousands of dollars).
--I'm given a CAT scan to see if I have any brain anomalies other than the ones we already know I have (hehee). I've been suffering migraines. Cause still unknown, treatment forthcoming (soon, I hope).
--My mother falls ill with the flu and misses her monthly cancer treatment. This is a concern because you cannot go any longer than five weeks without it. Her bones are deteriorating despite the treatment, and it's harder than ever for her to move around. She finally gets the treatment, just at the last possible moment.
--My grandmother is put in the hospital with pneumonia. She is sent home, though is still incapacitated. My grandfather spends most of his time in a quasi-catatonic state due to shell shock. The doctors want home care, meal deliveries, etc. and my uncle argues with my dad for a whole week over the care--my uncle still thinks my grandmother can still look after herself and my grandfather. My dad finally gets my uncle to see that they're too old to properly care for themselves and starts setting up home assistance. My dad finally falls ill because of the stress.
--Just when I start getting my business website set up, I fall ill with the flu. I still have it. I tried to go see the fireworks on Canada Day and I think I coughed up a lung while I was on the waterfront. I'm still coughing--and sleep would be so nice right now.
And that's why I've not been around....
Any one else had a fun time the past few months?
Katse
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