I'm wearing Tam Dao today -- the 3rd day in a row. Those who know me will say, "Uh oh." And they'd be right.
It's been a while since I've posted. The last 8 weeks have been packed with the kind of life change events about which psychologists say more than one or two per year will emotionally stress a person. I've had a minimum of 4. In 8 weeks. I'd say there's been some emotional stress.
I won't go through all of them (you all know about the divorce trial and settlement), but I'll hit two of the most recent and significant -- one great and one horrible.
The great one -- I sold the house and even signed the initial offer papers on the day of the 17th wedding anniversary. And I'm more than OK with that. It had a wonderfully-pleasing symmetry. The buyers got one hell of a deal, and we took a bath, but I don't even care. It's the only offer we've had since we listed it on June 1, 2011, and it's the only time there was even sustained interest. Without that offer, I could easily have been paying for it for another year. The sale closes on the 4th, and I'm terrifically happy about it.
Now for the horrible. Yesterday, I had to put down my beloved 11.5 year-old Bearded Collie, Dugan. (I'll post a picture tomorrow.) A tumor apparently had been growing in or near his intestines for the last 3-6 months without any obvious symptoms until Tuesday morning when he became very ill. He spent the day at the vet's, showing completely normal bloodwork and just getting re-hydrated. I brought him home at the end of the day with directions to come back Wednesday morning so they could do some scans. He crashed around 10:00pm Tuesday. After one of the worst nights of my life, when he was in so much pain he couldn't find a way to lie down for more than 30 seconds without crying and having to move, I called my vet at home at 6:00 am, and she opened up the clinic for me early. I took him in, and they ran more bloodwork (which then showed the massive system crash) and did the scan which is when they saw the tumor. Dugan had systemic lupus (fairly rare in a dog), but he had been asymptomatic for almost 4 years. But the lupus, his advanced age, and the pain he was in made him a terrible candidate for extensive surgery, and I immediately opted to end his suffering. He was euthanized, dying in my arms yesterday morning. My morning routine and exiting of the apartment this morning, without any need to tell him to be a good a boy and that I'd be home soon, was just heartbreaking.
So I've been in my most comforting of comfort scents for 3 days.
What I'm really hoping for now is a quiet, uneventful last 3 months of the year. I could use some down-time.
(((((Alityke))))) It sounds like you've been having a rough go of it, too. Here's hoping for better days ahead.
Style over function?
