Working on a Few Things
I'm at the point where so much is going on but so little is getting done--but things are starting to give way a bit. That might sound cryptic, but I'm just hopeful that quite possibly the universe will give me a freakin' break sometime in the future.
One thing I definitely need to get done is trimming The Cat's claws. See, it usually gets done at her vet visit; however, last week's check-up went really wrong. Oh, she's fine--she just really blew her fuse after we got there at 6:30 and they were three patients behind.
I knew it was going to go downhill fast when only minutes after we arrived, a woman drops her dog's leash to pay and doesn't step on it--so the dog makes a beeline for the cat carrier! Thanks a ton, lady.
Then, it's another hour in the waiting room with a rambunctious (but harmless) pit-bull mix with a female Disney character's name. Oh, the barking. Not music to our ears.
As you can imagine, by the time it was The Cat's turn, she wasn't having any of it. She snapped at the tech, and then at the doctor. She needed a blood test, so she had to get muzzled which I think is a first. (Steroid rage may have played a part.) I do believe there also were three staff members needed to handle her. Poor PO'd kitty. In the midst of all this--and the fact that it was getting on to 8:00--her claw-trimming was missed.
So she accidentally scratched my cheek while patting my face Saturday morning (her wake-up call). It's a tiny mark but she drew blood. I'm on the fence about hauling her back in, but claw-trimming is a two (plus) person job.
I gotta work on figuring that how (and when) to get that done, without traumatizing her. Or me.
If anything, I'm working on minimizing my traumas and getting on with thriving in the face of--well, whatever life is handing me.
It still feels like quite a few lemons, so I guess I'm working on lemonade. I'll let you know if it's any good.