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I think it's in Image of the Fendahl where Leela says, "My tribe has a saying: if you're hurt, look for a man with scars". This invented proverb has long helped me make sense of my life. Call it a divine plan, or call it finding meaning in events: the reason I am ill in so many ways is so that I can learn how to help others when they are ill. Nobody escapes illness; it's an inevitable feature of a universe that literally wouldn't exist without imperfection. I've just had more practice at it than some (and less than others).
To boil these cosmic speculations down to a concrete example: if I didn't have diabetes, I wouldn't have been forced to overcome my fear of needles, and I wouldn't be able to give Frank his painkilling injections.
Because I'm so trashed so much of the time, I'm never going to be a Florence Nightingale, nor a mother. During Frank's weeks of sickness, I've often found myself thinking that even looking after a cat is too bloody hard, financially*, physically**, and emotionally, and that, once the boys are gone, that is it, I will never get another pet.
The awful thing is, I think I might actually be good at this.
* Insure your pets. Insure your pets. Insure your pets. (We'll be fine, thanks to Frank's bank account - and thank gods, because you do not want to be making decisions based on cost.)
** Jon is providing all kinds of essential support - especially keeping the laundry going! Frank's ability to get cat food, water, drool, Flagyl, and poo all over everything is proving prodigious. :)
To boil these cosmic speculations down to a concrete example: if I didn't have diabetes, I wouldn't have been forced to overcome my fear of needles, and I wouldn't be able to give Frank his painkilling injections.
Because I'm so trashed so much of the time, I'm never going to be a Florence Nightingale, nor a mother. During Frank's weeks of sickness, I've often found myself thinking that even looking after a cat is too bloody hard, financially*, physically**, and emotionally, and that, once the boys are gone, that is it, I will never get another pet.
The awful thing is, I think I might actually be good at this.
* Insure your pets. Insure your pets. Insure your pets. (We'll be fine, thanks to Frank's bank account - and thank gods, because you do not want to be making decisions based on cost.)
** Jon is providing all kinds of essential support - especially keeping the laundry going! Frank's ability to get cat food, water, drool, Flagyl, and poo all over everything is proving prodigious. :)
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Date: 2011-12-26 01:56 am (UTC)I was going to comment on this the other day, and say how proud I was that you were able to overcome your fear of needles and give Frank injections.
And then I thought, what if she doesn't realize she should be afraid, and will once I mention it?
So I didn't say anything, lol. But I'm still proud of you.
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Date: 2011-12-26 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-26 04:27 am (UTC)The Doctor, Planet of the Daleks.
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Date: 2011-12-26 01:59 am (UTC)It helps that I have a good relationship with my vet. This is another important point- over the years, Ike has become one of her special patients. She's come to see him in emergency situations, and hasn't charged me.
And look for opportunities to barter- my vet now comes to me for all her computer problems. Ike's last bottle of pills ($200/90 day supply) was traded for cleaning a virus off her machine.
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Date: 2011-12-26 05:05 pm (UTC)And I know what you mean about pets. When Mum was raising her neighbours' kittens (don't ask), it ended up costing her over £100 when they were healthy!
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Date: 2011-12-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Oh, of course! XD