RoseKitten
April 15th, 2011, 03:06 AM
So, this week has royally sucked, and the only upside is that the kitten my friend and I are rescuing seems to be doing better. With the way this week has been going, I'm not even counting on that to stay true for very long.
So, to start off, I'm on antibiotics (this will be more relevant later). I have what is likely a staph infection, and possibly a severe allergic reaction to -something-. I've got boils, rashes, and odd tough (and itchy!) spots on my body. I'm constantly itching and in pain, and there isn't anything I can do about it.
I went down to TN to visit my folks. That's cool. Went out into the sun for about 10 minutes and ended up severely burnt. It wasn't until I was out in the sun the next day (this time, with sun block!) that I remembered I was on antibiotics, and the whole "stay out of the light" is a rather serious thing. Even with SPF 100 on my exposed skin, I got burnt even worse. So, on top of the rashes and everything else, now I'm burnt and nothing is taking it down. Wonderful.
I think my husband and I are fighting, but having been without internet for the last few days, it's hard to tell.
On Wednesday I called my friend April, and found on that the viewing for our minister and friend was going to be starting in 2 hours. I was 2.5 hours away. So, I rushed from TN back to KY to be with my friend. I didn't know the minister very well, but I still feel like I've lost someone truly wonderful in my life, and now I'll never get the chance to know her.
At the viewing, we got to listen to a bunch of people that didn't like the deceased bitch and moan about how she wasn't a good person. Oh, and how she was going to hell, and that it's her own damn fault for not being a "good" person.
I helped how I could the next day to get things set up for the funeral service. Part of me felt like I shouldn't have been there at all, given that I didn't know her very well. I just wanted to try and ease things for the rest of the church members. It was easier for me, I suppose, because I hadn't gotten to know her. During the service, the family (that never talked to her, and basically disowned her) invited a Baptist minister to speak. He then proceeded to basically tell us that she was in hell, and that we were all doomed to eternal pain if we didn't accept Jesus into our lives and live as the bible tells us to live. Yes, I'm sure someone thought that was a perfect way to behave at a PAGAN funeral, for a PAGAN minister, where 90% of the people are PAGAN. I'm glad to know sensitive and kind people care so much about us to preach to us on top of all the pain and loss. Moving past that, we had our own little ritual that we did for the service, a chant, and a calling to the elements to guide her spirit to the next phase of her journey. My friend picked out a beautiful poem, and asked me to read it for her.
We stuck around for a little while and ate and chatted, which was a nice way to end the service. Fun and laughter is how she would have wanted it, instead of tears and sorrow.
I then drove the 2.5 hours back, got my cats back from my parents, and drove the 3.5 hours back home to KY. After a very long and stressful week, I just wanted to get my things out of the car, get the cats inside, and go to bed. Well, my oldest cat, Pika, decided she was ready to get out, so she did. And then proceeded to run off into the dark. I got Fail back into the apartment, and chased after my cat. She wouldn't come back, at all. So, on top of everything else, my cat ran away. I've had her since she was 6 weeks old, and that was 13 years ago.
I'm just at a loss. I don't know what to do. I just need to be held and told everything is going to be alright, and there's nobody here for me. If you've made it through all of this, thanks for tolerating my rant.
So, to start off, I'm on antibiotics (this will be more relevant later). I have what is likely a staph infection, and possibly a severe allergic reaction to -something-. I've got boils, rashes, and odd tough (and itchy!) spots on my body. I'm constantly itching and in pain, and there isn't anything I can do about it.
I went down to TN to visit my folks. That's cool. Went out into the sun for about 10 minutes and ended up severely burnt. It wasn't until I was out in the sun the next day (this time, with sun block!) that I remembered I was on antibiotics, and the whole "stay out of the light" is a rather serious thing. Even with SPF 100 on my exposed skin, I got burnt even worse. So, on top of the rashes and everything else, now I'm burnt and nothing is taking it down. Wonderful.
I think my husband and I are fighting, but having been without internet for the last few days, it's hard to tell.
On Wednesday I called my friend April, and found on that the viewing for our minister and friend was going to be starting in 2 hours. I was 2.5 hours away. So, I rushed from TN back to KY to be with my friend. I didn't know the minister very well, but I still feel like I've lost someone truly wonderful in my life, and now I'll never get the chance to know her.
At the viewing, we got to listen to a bunch of people that didn't like the deceased bitch and moan about how she wasn't a good person. Oh, and how she was going to hell, and that it's her own damn fault for not being a "good" person.
I helped how I could the next day to get things set up for the funeral service. Part of me felt like I shouldn't have been there at all, given that I didn't know her very well. I just wanted to try and ease things for the rest of the church members. It was easier for me, I suppose, because I hadn't gotten to know her. During the service, the family (that never talked to her, and basically disowned her) invited a Baptist minister to speak. He then proceeded to basically tell us that she was in hell, and that we were all doomed to eternal pain if we didn't accept Jesus into our lives and live as the bible tells us to live. Yes, I'm sure someone thought that was a perfect way to behave at a PAGAN funeral, for a PAGAN minister, where 90% of the people are PAGAN. I'm glad to know sensitive and kind people care so much about us to preach to us on top of all the pain and loss. Moving past that, we had our own little ritual that we did for the service, a chant, and a calling to the elements to guide her spirit to the next phase of her journey. My friend picked out a beautiful poem, and asked me to read it for her.
We stuck around for a little while and ate and chatted, which was a nice way to end the service. Fun and laughter is how she would have wanted it, instead of tears and sorrow.
I then drove the 2.5 hours back, got my cats back from my parents, and drove the 3.5 hours back home to KY. After a very long and stressful week, I just wanted to get my things out of the car, get the cats inside, and go to bed. Well, my oldest cat, Pika, decided she was ready to get out, so she did. And then proceeded to run off into the dark. I got Fail back into the apartment, and chased after my cat. She wouldn't come back, at all. So, on top of everything else, my cat ran away. I've had her since she was 6 weeks old, and that was 13 years ago.
I'm just at a loss. I don't know what to do. I just need to be held and told everything is going to be alright, and there's nobody here for me. If you've made it through all of this, thanks for tolerating my rant.