Bed Rest

Forced bed rest, huzzah.

Well, forced by my body. Stress + fms (arthritis x old) = nervous exhaustion. No social media, no stressful calls, no nothin' until my strength has returned. 

I'm so sorry to those I disappeared on, but this was a sudden moment of oh-shit that needed immediate attention.

<3

Back to rest now.

Several of Seven

Dopey

Sleepy

Sneezy

Grumpouchy

That's one, right? 

My empathy is draining me. 

There have been many times I've wished for the emotional detachment of the sperm donor, but in my ever-loving heart I know my life has literally* been saved by feeling empathy. Both mine and others! Given the choice, I'll keep my fragile heart just the way it is, taped up bits and all.

*original meaning intended

Too much

As I write this, I realised that "too much" is not an accurate description of life at present. 

Kitten, kitten, old cat, gone cat. 

Four thousand dollars for gone cat care. 

(Another lost one added to my list)

Gran, my Gran; evil strokes, Alzheimer's, hospice.

Sofa city, kitten patrol, ouch ouch ouch.

Consolation, motivation, rah rah you!

Exhaustipation, nightmare visions, fatigue, meds, boo.

I need. 

Part of my heart will forever be broken; I'm running out of tape. 

Fonziepants Sleeps.

We had to send our sweet one eyed guy to sleep last weekend; sudden, sinister, and devastating lymphoma. He was fine Tuesday. He was gone Saturday. My heart hurts. Achingly, hollowly, painfully raw.