...in which the universe has shat upon me during the past month, and you will understand why I have not been around.
1) Major bipolar cycling--always good for a laugh!
2) Mental health care provider drops all but Medicaid patients due to state budget cuts. I have Medicare. No backup plan is provided.
3) Gracie the Boston Terrier developes back problems.
4) I back into giant sticking-out trailer hitch of monster truck parked in my doctor's lot and have to part with $200 to replace my tail light.
5) Miss P. spills milk on my laptop keyboard. Thank God for Service Plan.
6) I have MRI of partially-paralyzed hand. Doctor recommends steroid shot. Partially-paralyzed hand becomes mostly-paralyzed hand. Doctor rcommends surgery to remove something that probably isn't actually called the "splodey bone."
7) Miss P., agent of chaos, sits in her beanbag chair, extending her giant Hobbit-feet into the room. Which I trip on. And my hand may not actually have a splodey bone, but my knee most definitely has a splodey lining--which gets sewn back together on the 31st. Meanwhile, I'm hobbling around with a cane, making ouchie sounds whenever I move. And of course it's my driving leg, that goes without saying, right?
The last one I can't even number, and certainly won't joke about.
On Friday night, just after suppertime, we were all sitting on my mom's bed, talking. Gracie gave a little yelp, and I gathered her onto my lap, thinking one of the pugs had been a little rough and made her back twinge. I stroked her and she laid her chin down on my wrist, quiet in my arms.
She slipped away so gently it took a while for us to realize she was gone. It still seems hard to believe. Nine years on this earth wasn't long enough.
You were a good girl, Gracie. You were so loved, and you are missed.
I didn't mean to go here, and yet I did. Best call it a night, Can't see the screen now anyway.
love to al;l.