I’m terrible in a crisis. A personal crisis. Terrible. Fight. Flight. Freeze. My first instinct is Flight. As soon as a personal crisis happens I want to run away from it, it’s instinctual, primal even, everything in my body screams … Continue reading
The Unveiling! Follows on from part four… Two and a half weeks after the surgery I went to see the surgeon for the first time since the surgery. I was nervous about this day, uncertain what to expect. A friend … Continue reading
Following on from last week…
I’m one day out of surgery, my arm is bandaged – not cast – swollen, and very warm.
I had pain killers that the hospital prescribed that I was to take every 3-4 hours (or as needed) along with Tylenol Extra Strength every 6 hours.
Those first few days, I set my alarm for both doses – even through the night.
When Karen left the morning after the surgery I felt sure this was the time to grieve. I wanted to cry my heart out for the experience of the past four days. Continue reading
Two years ago Saturday I was approved as an adoptive parent. My home study was signed off by me and the team leader at the Ministry of Child and Family Development and I was approved. Two years. It feels like a … Continue reading
Greyson is almost healed and free from the bedroom! I’m so proud of my little furry healing machine! At our last vet appointment the Dr. told me that the bone has fused nicely and that he believes that his bone … Continue reading
What a relief. Greyson is out of his cage, which has now been folded back up and is being used as a “gate” outside of the bedroom door. And I am back in the bedroom sleeping on my own mattress, … Continue reading
On December 30, 2015 Greyson had to be hospitalised with a broken leg. This happened because I was walking to the bedroom and he usually races ahead of me to jump on the bed and either play a game or … Continue reading
I’m on edge. In my own home. Held captive by a four legged tyrant who himself is captive. We are tied together in our misery. He is frustrated with his tiny environment and his slow-to-heal leg. I am overwhelmed with … Continue reading
My kitty cat, Greyson, is teaching me what I will be like as a mom. Or at least what I might be like – because a mostly self-sufficient, independent cat is a totally different experience to a child, I do … Continue reading
In my last post I was excited about the kitty that I just brought home, Earl Grey. Earl Grey has now become “Greyson” because he didn’t really answer to Earl, but seems to like and fit his new name Greyson … Continue reading