"Instant Karma's gonna get you".  Remember that song?  Well, I don't know about the 'instant' part but I definitely have reason to believe in Karma and how it can get you.  Here's why:

Some time back there was an incident where someone driving a white van hit our pup, Luna and they didn't even stop to see if she was okay.  (I wrote about this earlier in my journal.)  We didn't know it at the time but it so happens that there WAS a witness to this and they noted the tag number as well as getting a good description of the guy who committed the hit & run.  It was our next-door neighbor's father who often came with his wife to visit!

Now, when we dropped off a note for him to contact us about settling up on the vet's bill (I thought it was fair enough to request reimbursement without us notifying the sheriff's office) the only thing we got was a big runaround and the lies that he didn't know anything about it.  Rather than alienate our neighbor (some big gal, new to the area, with several young, screaming kids, often appearing drunk as a skunk - reminds me of someone straight off the Jerry Springer stage) or start a war, my husband wanted me to drop the issue, saying that this dude will one day reap what he sows.

Last week there was a lot of people gathering next door.  A LOT!  People that I've never seen before kept coming up our dead-end street, stopping to head up the driveway to the usually empty house on the property.  I watched curiously, thinking that this was some big family reunion or something.  As the cars suddenly started to line up and head out down the road I realized that this was not a party but a funeral procession!    The man who hit our Luna pup had recently had a heart attack and was no more.

If *THAT* ain't a case of Karma, I don't know what is!

Kind of makes one think, eh?

 

Yesterday was a rough day. The past few weeks have been bad but yesterday was the toughest. Larry and I finally spread our Suzie's ashes over the 3 acres that she knew as home. I cried. Hubby cried. I picked a perfect cluster of rosebuds while standing in the hot (90 degree) sun, stabbing my fingers on the thorns, despite taking great care not to do so. Today, the buds are starting to open, my fingers have finally stopped bleeding (I have a bleeding disorder) and I have some closure. I will plant another rosebush from the seedpods of the first bush in memory of Suzie. In case you didn't know, Suzie was one of our fur-babies - in fact, our first fur-baby in our new home in 2000. She was 5 years old then and her former 'mom' & 'dad' couldn't keep her when we bought their house. So we adopted her and have no regrets about it. I never posted here about Suzie's passing but so you know the full story, here is an excerpt from a post that I made elsewhere on April 23rd: We said goodbye to Suzie today. I can't stop crying. Even though we were somewhat prepared for the worst, it still hits you hard to lose a pet that is more like your child. Once the vet had the results of Suzie's x-rays and bloodwork it was obvious that the best thing for her was to be put out of her suffering. She'd developed pneumonia (viral AND bacterial!) and something else (I can't recall what and the paperwork is still at the vet's) that started to shut down her kidneys. Even if we could afford the expensive, long treatment to make her well, the prognosis wasn't good based on her age and how far her illness had already progressed. We are having her cremated and will scatter her ashes around the yard that she grew up in. I'm also thinking of planting a bush in her memory. It's been a rough week but today was the worst - Larry and I just look at each other, glance over to where Suzie's bed used to be and break down in tears. While I rarely ask for myself, we could use a few hugs, prayers and support to help us through. Suzie will be sorely missed. She was definitely loved. Here's a pic of our fur-baby in better days: Suzie, The Beautiful Anyway, my thanks if you've read this far. I wanted to post this so that my FMily and friends here would know why I've been somewhat reclusive this past few weeks.

The day didn't quite go as planned as it was one of 'those' kind of days. NOW I can look back and laugh but earlier today I was a mess.

I started my day by turning my 'puter off, having promised Larry a full day of my full attention. Well, he got it - in a way.

To start his day, Larry tripped over Luna (she's a dark brindle and you cannot see her in the dark) and smashed his knee. OUCH! I played nurse from early on, with ice compresses to keep the swelling down (lucky him to not break anything) making him move the knee joint, etc. etc. After a nap hubby's knee was okay but the twist his back made when he fell had him in pain there instead. So, here comes Aspercreme lady to the rescue!

Later in the day he decided to work on his truck and instead of moving it into the shop, he just crawled under it on the ground. Right onto a big mound of fire ants! DOUBLE OUCH!! Nurse Karen (me) to the rescue with an ammonia pen to help draw out the poisons. After that I felt my own skin crawling (psychological) and couldn't get comfy at all.

Then, I head off to pick up my RX for breakthru pain meds and when I got to the doc's office I find out that the nurse who took my message had forgotten to get a signed rx! GRRRRR!!!!! And the doc doesn't have friday hours so I must now wait till monday to get my meds. This is not the 1st time something like this has inconvenienced me (it's a 22 mile drive one way) and I'm very pissed off, plus now I have no emergency meds till next week.

With all that went on today my plans to bring back a couple of racks of ribs with side dishes for a nice dinner got changed. We will just 'celebrate' on a better day. LOL! Why waste a perfectly good meal when you're stressed, aggravated and in pain?

Sooooooo........... anniversary to be continued.

Hugs,
Feathers

BTW: It is our 10th together and our 5th 'legal', having wed on the 5th anniversary of our getting together. Ain't love grand?

ARGH!!!  That's what I get for trying to make good use of the few nice days we had recently.  How could I resist doing a teeny bit of needed yardwork and gardening when the sun was shining and temps were in the 60's?  I think I will blame my hubby since it was HE who started this idea of rearranging our flower beds by starting them over from scratch (a rough summer had them completely full of weeds and other crap).  It was HE who dug up all my bulbs for planting elsewhere.  But it was *I* who got impatient once I was tempted by the first daffodils starting to grace the grounds and so now I am paying the price for planting bulbs myself instead of waiting for hubby to help me.

This is now day #3 for me of lying in bed, achy and sore, while the weather gets cooler and damper (AGAIN!).  And I thought I was doing sooooo good till then.  So today is NOT a good day for me.  Shoot!  I couldn't even make it to my doc's office to pick up my pain meds rx and sent my sweetie to go get them instead.  The office staff is starting to know him rather well as my health wanes and my depression soars.

I will pay a king's ransom for a few more of those sunny days.  But THIS TIME, I will try not to overdo things.  (Famous last words?)  Once those flowers start to come up and bloom MAYBE it'll be worth it.  At least I hope so.  Otherwise next year I will cultivate the weeds and try to convince others that they are a new species of flora.

I can't believe this actually happened. The other day some jerk in a white van hit one of my fur babies (Luna) and drove off! Didn't even check to see if she was okay or anything. Unfortunately, no one got the tag number of this uncaring #@&%$&@ so I've no way to get justice done and of course we are stuck with the vet bill.

Poor Luna. She will be okay (thank goodness!) but has a very sore rump and a possibly forever crook in her tail. The vet gave us some chewable pain meds for her to take in the meantime. (I find it amazing that our pets have an easier time of getting pain meds than we do sometimes.) I knew she was hurt by the way her tail just hung limp and how she gingerly tried to sit or lie down, indicating possible broken bones. Then there was the possibility of internal injuries so we wasted no time in having her checked out. After being sedated and having a series of x-rays done, the damages are mostly to our checkbook and my blood pressure readings.

All I can say after this experience is:
To the who did this,
May you always run out of when you need it the MOST!

There. I feel MUCH better now.
LOL!

I cannot believe that I've finally mustered up the guts to start this online journal or 'blog' as some call it. What the hell *IS* a blog anyway? It sounds more like the sounds my stomach makes on a bad IBS day than something you'd want to read, doesn't it? Now that I've started this I guess I should add entries here from time to time. An exercise in discipline for me; possible torture for you, dear reader so I will warn you in advance. Some times I tend to get wordy. Especially when I am venting. I *have* gotten better at controlling myself, however a few cuss words may show up on a particularly angry day so if the written bad word offends you, simply ignore my writings for that day. In posting to this blog I'm doing things sorta backward - you see, I'm STILL in the process of compiling my fibro bio leading up to now, the present time, and it's taking me a lot longer to put my story into a legible format while conveying what it's like to be me and how I got here. Still learning how this all works has me a wee bit shy (yeah, ME. shy!) to divulge much in print so I'll just say for now: Welcome to my Blog! Enjoy your stay and come back soon. (maybe by then I'll have this thing figured out)

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