Last Wednesday afternoon, I quite suddenly became very tired. I kept pushing, telling myself I’d go in for a quick break and some caffeine. An hour later I could feel it. The inside of my head was cloudy. Nose beginning to drip. Slowly, my entire body started to ache. Oh, no. I knew what this was. Younger Daughter had it a few days before. Some type of virus that, unfortunately, came with enough fever to make you feel AWFUL. Within hours, I was down.
I got through the rest of that afternoon and evening the best I could and went to bed that night earlier than usual. At three thirty in the morning, I woke up hurting. Tested temp - yep, fever. Thursday was a day of fog - get one thing accomplished, sit and stare. One more thing, then sit and stare. That afternoon my family pitched in where they could, but everybody was gone for the first half of the day. So I started the morning routine, finally finished the dogs and went to my office to do cat cages.
During the night, the feral five had spilled ALL of their kitten chow out of their bowls, and then dumped their water bowl on top of that. These cages have a deep ridge all around the perimeter of the base. The cage part fits down into this ridge. So the food and water had collected and floated and softened and mushed into three quarters of the ridge in the base. You can’t leave it. It will mold. You can’t clean it without dismantling the entire cage. Wow. I stood there staring at that cage for a l-o-n-g time. This wasn’t the most ideal morning to have to do this. When I finally got that very long, extra job accomplished, I got the rest of the cages cleaned and went to the house to sit for a minute.
I decided to try to collect up a little energy. I went to the refrigerator to get orange juice. I pushed aside a large jar of pickles so as to reach behind for the juice. As I coaxed the pickle jar to the right, it slid into a FULL pitcher of tea. I felt the splash on my legs before I comprehended what had just happened. The tea pitcher hit the floor. The tea became an immediate lake moving in all directions at once and managed to splash onto the front of the stove, the lower cabinets, the inside of the refrigerator, and my legs from the knees down.
You know how when you’re sick everything requires MUCH more effort than usual? And if anything goes wrong at all, it feels gargantuan? I just stood there as the tea made its way across the kitchen floor, slowing at the edges as it spread as far as it could reach. I wanted to cry. I tried to laugh. Then I tried to just smile. But I couldn’t muster either of those. So I started telling myself “that” story - you know the one. This isn’t serious. Good grief. It’s spilt tea. NOT important. SO many things ARE important. This isn’t one of them. Well of COURSE this wasn’t serious. Looking back on it as I write this, I can chuckle. The only reason I tell you this days after the event is because I KNOW you can relate.
By Friday evening, I could feel myself coming back to life. And hey, the kitchen floor got a good cleaning without there even having been any muddy paw prints.
Jan has been working Facebook for me. I took over a small part and tried out her instructions yesteday. I managed to get a Winnie’s Wish kitty posted on my wall and the main Facebook page ~ would that be the timeline? Anyway, slowly I will get it. Again - big THANKS to Jan!
Sunny and Bright Eyes have gone to the shelter. Frannie has gone as well. Frannnie is using her leg now and her physical wounds have healed. She is SO much better emotionally, too. She was tested, and darn it - heartworm positive. But here's the good news. A lady has offered to take Frannie into her home while she goes through the heartworm treatment.
Tomorrow I'll get some pictures up of Naomi's Nest of Newbies. See you then.