I have to be honest; I didn’t really feel like writing this morning. Or lately. Mike and the girls are at church on this cool, dreary day, and all I want to do is drink coffee, eat pumpkin donut holes, read Harry Potter, and get off my lawn!, etc. etc. So I’m totally phoning this one in, but I felt like updating y’all on my life.
We adopted two little, fluffy girls at the beginning on August. We had been talking about getting cat(s) for awhile, but wanted to wait for a slightly less inconvenient time. The timetable to move up the adoption to now from Mike holding off on it indefinitely came about as a result of my well-reasoned argument of, “Fluffy kitties will cure my fibro,” and big, sad eyes.
We ended up adopting Bridgette, a 3 year old black shorthair, originally from the island of St. Thomas, and Sweetie Belle, a 5 month old gray tabby, from King Street Cats in Alexandria, VA. They’re an all volunteer, no kill shelter, and are fabulous. Mike really wanted a black cat. He grew up having two black cats, and also wanted to give a black cat a good home, as black cats are adopted the least. Why? Because we’re a nation of superstitious numbskulls. She was very shy the first time we went, but hopped into Mike’s lap and adopted him the second time. Sweetie Belle, née Thunder, adopted me. She jumped into my lap, curled up, and went to sleep. Now, we hadn’t intended to get a kitten, but I made a well-reasoned argument that Bridgette didn’t seem to like me, and it was pointless to get a cat if it didn’t like me, too. On top of that…
Adding them to our family has not been without its stresses. They didn’t totally get along for the first couple of weeks. Time, our cat whisperer, Holly, and a Feliway pheromone diffuser have now made them cats who sniff and lick each other and pummel each other with sibling affection. Otherwise, having cats has been easy. (Besides Belle feeling the need to eat and climb on everything.) Having cats and Zoë has been a challenge. Zoë is very much like Darla from Finding Nemo. She feels the need to chase both the cats, get in their faces, pick them up or pet them like she’s trying to juice an orange, and doesn’t understand why they run from her because she’s certain that they love her. So yelling at her constantly to leave the cats alone is a teensy bit stressful.
And now, for your entertainment, I present cat videos!
Lay down and take your bath like a man, dammit!
Both girls are finally back to school. Rachael began second grade and lost her first tooth.
I felt completely unprepared and freaked out about school beginning again. She seems to be enjoying her class, and she hasn’t, as far as I’m aware, cut her hair or hidden under her desk like the beginning of last year. She also hasn’t had any homework yet, so I’m pretty sure I’m just being lulled into a false sense of security. Zoë had a good first two days at preschool and has a few friends from her class last year in there. Plus she hasn’t burned anything down yet, so that’s a plus.
The Bitch is Back
By July, I was in a good place: my pain was at an all-time low and my energy was at an all-time high. So, naturally, that’s not the case now at all. I stopped going to acupuncture because it was almost $400 per month to go every week. Shortly after I began treatment, my acupuncturist began accepting insurance from the company with which we are insured. But, of course, our plan doesn’t cover acupuncture. I need to start going back a couple times per month, though, because it seems like acupuncture was the key to reducing my pain and increasing my energy, which annoys the fuck out of me for some reason. I say it seems to be the key because it was the only thing that changed over the summer. My meds didn’t change. I was still going to physical therapy 1-2 times per week. Yet, my neck and back began aching all the time. The pain in my feet and legs forced me to hobble to my destination upon standing. My pain was waking me up at night. My morning stiffness, or as Mike jokes- pain boner, wasn’t eased by stretching. My energy has plummeted, forcing me to take accidental naps during the day.
I am really thankful for physical therapy. I highly recommend The Jackson Clinic, especially the clinics that offer aqua therapy. The therapists were warm, supportive, and would genuinely get excited for my progress. They never pushed me past my limits and really listened to me. My strength and flexibility significantly increased between the spring and the end of August, when I was graduated. I’m now able to shave my legs without feeling the need to amputate at the knees. When I began PT, it was hard work for me to lie down and tighten my core while pushing down on an exercise ball with my arms for five reps. Now I’m able to step up on a box and balance on one leg while pushing/pulling a resistance band for 15 reps on each leg. I learned how much orthotic inserts for my shoes eased the pain of walking and exercise. (Of course, every time I read or hear the word “orthotic”, I hear Hank Hill saying it in the episode when he learns he has no ass and needs an orthotic so he can sit without pain.) Even squats, which have always killed my knees, became painless. They also showed me how changing my posture relieved a lot of pain in my lower back. Tuck that booty and tighten that core, people! Unfortunately, I couldn’t really sit with the posture they wanted from me, as it caused me to feel like I had weighted meat hooks stuck in my shoulder blades.
So, what have you all been up to?