June 21st, 2018 2:27 PM
Today is the summer solstice. Last year, I wrote a blog post with several 6-month goals to work toward completing by the winter solstice. I’m not doing that this year.
I’ve haven’t checked back to see what my goals were last year at this time, but I’m sure I didn’t meet them. Life can change on a dime, and it did for me last year around this time. Since I blogged through that difficult time, now I have a written record of what I was doing and feeling on each day. I could look back and remember details I’ve no doubt forgot, but I’m not doing that this year, either.
Okay, maybe I’ll set one goal. It will be to move forward through June and July without looking back. Not realistic. I will move forward through June and July without ruminating on what was. Kinda like I did with Mother’s Day and my mom’s birthday. Acknowledge it’s different, acknowledge it’s part of the life cycle and move on.
Speaking of moving on, the real topic of today’s blog is not the summer solstice, it’s part 2 of my wonderful week without Dennis.
Things always seem to go to crap when Dennis is out of town. One time, I tripped and fell while carrying Frankie, our cat. So as not to land on him, I turned right and landed on my bad shoulder that I dislocated in Mexico a few years ago. Of course, I dislocated it again when I fell. Since I was home alone, I had to figure out how to maneuver it myself to get it back into place.
Last time he was gone, the dogs tripped me when I was coming into the house and I fell again. (Honestly, I rarely fall. It just seems to happen when Dennis is away). Thankfully, nothing was knocked out of joint that time, I was just really sore for a few days.
This time, in addition to my getting sick which I blogged about yesterday, (see the post here) Herbie, our cat, also had a minor health issue and he had to go to the vet on Wednesday morning.
Dr. Ted, our vet, is a very nice man. He’s the one who didn’t charge us to diagnose Charlie’s nipple (read about that adventure here). He’s a rather tall man, blonde and extremely gentle and soft-spoken. I’ve taken my animals to him for years and he’s gotten to know me. Probably a little better than he cares to.
About a year ago, I had Frankie on the examining table in his office. I was holding, Dr. Ted was examining and Frankie moved, so I leaned in to restrain him. I leaned in a little too far and my breasts assaulted Dr. Ted’s hand. This was no slight brush of the hand incident. This was a full-on, you-better-be-buying-me-dinner moment. I was mortified, but not as mortified as poor Dr. Ted. That poor man turned seven shades of red. Neither he nor I, ever acknowledged the moment, but I swear he stands a little farther away from me now than he used to.
So today, after examining Herbie, Dr. Ted said I needed to give him medicine. I remember this particular medicine. Herbie has had it before. It’s thick, like wet cement and Herbie hates it. Dennis and I can rarely get him to take it and we go through three doses for every one we get him to eat.
I explained to Dr. Ted and his vet tech that I was home alone until late that night and I asked if they could help me give Herbie the first dose. Being the very nice man that he is, Dr. Ted readily agreed.
Then came the moment of the truth. We looked at each other, Dr. Ted and I, both of us wondering how we were going to manage this. Was he remembering the last time we got in close and personal over an animal? I sure was!
I wanted no chance of a repeat performance so I went for the hind end of Herbie, far, far away from Dr. Ted who was going to give the dose. The vet tech held down his middle torso. Between the three us, it took three tries, but Dr. Ted was able to administer the dose without getting bit by Herbie or enduring another embarrassing moment with me. Another successful Mellem vet visit under his belt. I wonder if he cringes when he sees my name on his schedule?
So this has been my week, thus far. Not a stellar one, but not the worst I’ve experienced either. And I’m sure that this one may be a bit more entertaining to look back on next year at this time than the last one is.