So, there’s this time of the year when most of the big and not so big financial firms and companies in the world decide they need to share their financial statements and reports with all their shareholders in the most fanciful way possible right? Yeah, right, this time of year, only, it starts about three months ago…
So I’m sunk in the busiest season of the year my company has, designing all these Annual Reports and suddenly being stuck working seven days a week, 10-14 hours a day without any breaks at all for three months… this I consider par for course since accepting this job, but the load grew heavier than I or the company expected, and the stress levels started to rise…
then…
One of my cats was in major pain. Howling constantly, as if she were in heat, but she was in heat for quite longer than would be normal, so I call the vet (this was two weeks ago), and he figures it’s nothing, why not bring her in. Ok, she needs to be spayed(spaded sp?). I know nothing, I’m just a civilian now, he’s the doc. Ok, I drop her off the next morning before work at the vets, they tell me I can pick her up at 3pm that same day.
I don’t know any better, so I do, and lo and behold, we get home…
Blood everywhere, she twists and turns violently puking everywhere, vomiting her guts out, bleeding through her stitches, more blood than I can hope to imagine on my worst enemy. The pillow I laid her on, the cushions inside her carrier, my shirt, pants and arm and hand and her, are all soaked in blood, i’m falling into a kind of delusional trance, and suddenly, my infantry training snaps and I’m performing first aid on my cat. I’m dressing the wound with a plastic bag and applying pressure, holding her steady, the bleeding slows, I call the vet with one hand free now, the poor thing isn’t moving, she’s whimpering…
The Vet: Is it alot of blood?
Me: How much is alot of blood? If it were me, I’d hope I was in the emergency room…
The Vet: Well, it should stop, but if not, bring her back in…
???
Ok, it stopped, I try letting her stand a bit, she falls over, pukes more, bleeds all over again, I call again.
The vet isn’t there anymore, he’s gone, so I bring her to another animal hospital where they find out her veins all collapsed and she lost so much blood she was near death, they bring her in for surgery.
The original operation was botched, wrong kind of stitches apparently on the inside, that’s why she was bleeding, and they shouldn’t have let her out so early he says.
I still had to pay for everything.
Oy…
Two apartments I’d been looking at, the deals fell through. One couple decides last minute they don’t want to leave, the other, can’t becuase their new home isn’t ready. Then I find one yesterday, this being the end of my busy season as well, it seems there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Just before the cat episode, my girlfriend and I break up. What makes it rougher, is, I still care about the girl, but I know we can’t be together, but we want to be room mates. She more than anything… I’m a sap.
I need sleep, some days off, a good meal, and a sunny day…
Is that too much to ask for?
But like Candide, I’ll just keep having faith that it’s all for the best somehow… Just gotta find a garden to farm…