The Child-Cat, the Elevator, and the Undiagnosable

            Woe is me! No, really. As of a little over a week or so ago, I haven’t been feeling all that sick. Turns out this cat-loving hobo should really keep his room clear of dust and cats. Alas! That will never be. So, I have been taking medicine and I have an ionizer (I believe that is the term, and MS Word didn’t underline it…). Since I began these habits, I have been feeling rather wonderful! I’ve only had a minor sore throat. As of yesterday, I have taken a turn for the worse. (Bebo, Hugo, Leonard, you know where I keep my after-death instructions.) Leonard had a ghastly egg-salad sandwich in his school bag. Almost as soon as I got into the car, I had my head out of the window, gagging. My body appears to believe that I am a pregnant woman, with the way it reacts sometimes. Of course, I was merely nauseous once we tossed the abominable thing in the trunk.

            It’s really hard to explain to people that I have been sick with one thing or another ever since Christmas.

            “What do the doctors say?” they will ask.

            “I’m their favorite mystery patient,” I like to rely. “I’m undiagnosable. My doctor says I keep her on her toes.”

            That, dear reader, is my life. Very few people understand, or even know what is “wrong” with me. How relieving it is to have friends, even if they don’t sympathize. They just go with it, so long as it does not impede upon them. Our friendship may be selfish, but it is a selfish act when one looks at it. I am only close with people I have things in common with. I don’t even attempt friendship with those I do not like. Selfish is humanity! (Please ignore my dramatics. I am… in a mood.) How dare we not stretch out a hand to those we loathe! How reminiscent this is of a lecture I once heard… Déjà vu is a poor friend of mine.

            I think I will now go and do something productive, like my math homework, or maybe I’ll just go take a nap… (Honestly, I ended up doing neither…)

            The next day…

            I have just realized that we are rather behind on events! Over a month ago, Bebo and I attended a one-day class. Did he tell you? I’m too lazy to look into that. Well, it was a really cold day. The student center/cafeteria place was completely deserted. Until we got there, and we broke the silence with our voices and uncoordinated ways. It was an eerie place. The entire campus was like that, as it was a Saturday. Then, at the end of our break, we had to wait outside of the classroom (as the other half of class was taking the practical). The classroom opens to the outdoors, so we were standing in the cold, shivering and going numb. Bebo had the amazing idea to stand in the elevator with the doors shut. So, we told someone we knew to get us when we could go back inside, and into the elevator we went. It worked! It was warmer, despite not being heated in the least. Soon, we could feel our toes. What a wonderful feeling! While we practiced ASL vocabulary, someone actually decided to use the thing. I think we made her uncomfortable… A little while later, someone knocked on the doors. It turned out that our acquaintance had forgotten! Luckily, some people had overheard, and reminded him. Now I can officially cross “getting forgotten in an elevator” off of my bucket list. I’ve done a few of things from that list lately, such as, “get closed into a car trunk.” Ah, good times…

            Some odd days later…

            What a cold day this is. Here I am, lounging on a couch typing away at my laptop, under a sheet (because I really can’t be bothered to actually get up to grab a blanket), cuddling with my cat (Kind of. He has personal space issues…).

            Wow. I sound really pathetic.

            Aaaah! He’s so CUTE!  (The cat…)

            Moving on… I’ve been rather melancholy of late. It has nothing to do with the season. I actually love winter (minus the snow and wind, because when we lose power, we’re one of the last people to get it back. Okay, so I just like the rain and the way everything outside looks.).

            Life is too short, too long. It’s taken me my entire life to reach where I am today! Yeah, fine, ignore me. I make no sense. I realize that. I just guess that I’m ready for (fill in the blank). It’s too bad I don’t know what I’m ready for… (Okay, this is talk for my other blog, Waiting for the Green Horizon. Eh, I’ll continue there.)

            I normally don’t do this, but I feel like putting in a few quotes…

            “Take my life. Take my mind. Take my soul. Take my will. ‘Cause I am Yours. I give it all to You.” Jeremy Camp, Take My Life

            “How far? How fast? How long?” Switchfoot, Amy’s Song

            “I’ll open my eyes and I’ll stay awake. I made it through my darkest day. And I’ll sing this song at the top of my lungs now that this dark day is done. “ 12 Stones, This Dark Day

            “This is your time. This is your dance. Live every moment. Leave nothing to chance. Swim in the sea. Drink of the deep. Embrace the mystery of all you can be. This is your time.” Michael W. Smith, This Is Your Time

            “I'm gonna fight for what's right. Today I'm speaking my mind. And if it kills me tonight, I will be ready to die.” Skillet, Hero

            "It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear." Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

            And lastly, a paraphrase of what Hugo cheerfully told me today: “Hopefully I won’t see you tomorrow!” Oh, who am I kidding? It may have been Bebo. I was just too tired!

            A picture of my wonderful child-cat! And my sister's shoe...

            Joe