I thought it was a Thursday, at least Grey's Anatomy was on. It was the week that Mr. G deployed to Saudi Arabia. My nerves had been frayed for a month. My anxiety was to the point of needing medicated and I had spent the better part of this day in bed. The extreme climate change had messed with my allergies, I hadn't got in touch with old friends, I hadn't looked for a job, and I had nothing but time. To make matters worse I had missed the first call Mr. G had tried to make since he was overseas. I had found a reason to get up around noon and I was laying in bed surrounded by Kleenex and little Debbie wrappers when my sister(C) came home at five. It was a bad day. C sat by me like I was on my death bed as we watched Grey's on the T.V. in my room. As I drowned in my misery I thought to myself, "if this is the worst day of my life I could live forever".
It was a bad day, but I was going to survive the pain that I felt in that moment. It would not destroy me, and somewhere there's a little red headed girl singing about tomorrows sun. There are worse things that could happen and somewhere someone has a heart that can't be fixed. A little time will cure what ails me.
I've always considered myself a optimistic pessimist. Bad times will happen, but they must to make you grateful for the good. There's a quote that has stuck with me for eight years now. "Falling flat of your face is still moving forwards." The average human being will never achieve their youthful aspirations. While I'm a fan of the far from average, some of us change like the weather. Like this post is about to.
Today is the day we discovered that my four legged love Tater has epilepsy. I know your thinking it's just a dog, but while I did not bring him to life or carry him within my body I love him. Imagine holding something that you love in your arms as it shakes uncontrollably, appears not to breath, and chokes on it's own saliva. Sounds like he's in immense pain Hugh. That's not the case at all, even though he's trying to run in my arms he's unconscious and can't feel a thing. He's some place far away and can't even hear my voice, as I wonder if he's going to come back to this hull in my arms. I woke up to this. We went the vet and did blood work. Seven hours later he crawled into my lap cause he knew it was going to happen again. He came to, we played fetch, and three hours later I was holding him again in the kitchen. It's scary to say the least. If you need a example google exorcism, then think of your family pet experiencing that.
Well that's been today. It's been a bad day, but if today is the worst day of my life I could live forever.
