It has been a bit since I last posted, so a bit of catch up. My burgeoning relationship ended, not with a bang, but a whimper. And I am not sad... Just sad at the perception of the loss of something. All I will say is when someone states that they are a covert narcissist, believe them and run, do not walk, away. Which I did, and I am probably all-to-good at doing. I am not going to be treated as someone's toy whatever that they have on a shelf until they are ready to take me down and interact with me. I deserve so much more than that. And if someone is not able to swim a moat and fight a few alligators to earn my trust, than so be it. I, again, realize that I am very complete and happy on my own.
Healthwise I have a new appointment at the clinic, and this is now for early January. This is not great, since the original auto immune issue first raised its head in early November of last year, but I am closer than I have ever been. It is what it is. If this is Crohns, I am in a full blown flare right now. It has been wretched, and it appears I may have had a mild case of the flu or a really bad cold last week. I am on the mend, and I ran my first 5K since last December. My time was respectable for me, and it was a HILLY course. Today was supposed to be my first marathon, but I will continue training and plan for the spring. I realize I must get a grasp on what is happening with my health before I really can push how I need to in order to do this. Goal deferred, not denied. I will do it before I am 50. There is no 'try', there is only 'do'. For me, what the mind plans, the body follows.
One of the most divisive and ugly Presidential elections occurred this month. And I have been in a walking state of disbelief and grief over the increase in hate acts and negativity.
Work has been stressful, with me working way too much, and socializing, sleeping, and spending time with my precious cats way too little. A 12 hour day is the norm.
This all sets the stage for my mother. In 2010 she was bitten by one of her pet cats and ended up in emergency surgery to save her hand and her life. That was the last time I was in her home. She later revised the story to she was digging in the garden, but who knows what the truth is. And it was a truly horrible experience for yours truly. One I will not repeat. Well... She did. Allegedly, last Thursday she did what appears to be an almost exact replay. On Saturday afternoon while I am on a run I get a call from a nearby town to my hoarding mother, and I (correctly) guessed it was from her. I called her Friday afternoon and she was telling me how she did not know if she would survive a situation she found herself in, the whole high drama thing. The upshot is, she was screwing around in old wood, etc. that has been piled outside her hell-hole for 10 years or better late Thursday night (because this is what every immune suppressed, frail, walks-with-a-cane hoarder of nearly 80 years old does, DUH!) and said something stuck her finger, and she bled profusely. She went in, cleaned it out with H2O2 and used a leftover antibiotic cream, it got worse in a hurry, She disregarded the advice of the AARP tele-nurse she called to go to the emergency care unit, and instead waited until the next day to go to a local urgent care walk in clinic, where, of course, she did not tell them the entire story and was woefully undertreated. She was complaining of the 'worst pain in her life' and other types of drama. I suspected a spider bite, or a snake bite. She immediately poo-poohed that, and we ended the call.
- She had not eaten since Thursday night.
- The 5 cats were in the bathroom and would have no food for however long, but do have water.
- Her outdoor cats would not be fed.
- No outside lights are on, so the neighbor hood thieves will break in, and she left her credit card on the counter! Horrors! (In the stage 5 hoard... cough cough)
- The paper will be delivered, further advertising she is not there!
- Her car is in the Emergency Room lot.