Don’t you think the cat’s eyes look like Kat’s? I think so.
Anyway, what have I managed to come up with, aside from one more weird ass near death experience?
Just before the respiratory shit happened, I saw my deceased cat, Kitty, which was pretty crazy. I never, ever thought of Kitty as a cat, she was more of a paranormal shapeshifter who could speak English even when in cat form. She jumped onto my bed just before I began having trouble breathing. When I felt a cat climb onto my lap, I uncovered an eye to look, and there was Kitty in all her tiny orange splendor. She looked, well, she looked exactly like Kitty. Guess the sighting confirms my suspicion that she never left us.
I also learned, later that night, that I will never again, unless under extreme duress (again), willingly be injected with a drug cocktail of Decadron, Ativan and Dilaudid. Man-oh-man, did I have some major freaky nightmares!
But I did listen to Kat and I took some time to consider my options – I mean, aside from listening to basketball games, I had nothing but time, right? I’ll be putting my house in order over the next few weeks, start the new blog schedule, and focus on promises made.
Thanks so much to Lex Valentine for acting as blog-manager while I was blind – even though my eyes will be irritated for another week or so, I really am seeing so incredibly well now. It’s kind of amazing.
Thanks for all your thoughts, special messages, and good wishes – I know you’ve got my back and believe me…you ever need me, you can drop me a line.