A Bee Sting And A Dog Having A Seizure

This morning our dog Ginger had two seizures before sunrise.  It is alarming enough to wake to an alarm yet the repetitive sound of dog nails against the floor and walls is an anthem cry for breaking to the surface of sleep.  It is a frenzy of wracking limbs and dog saliva that woke us today.  Ginger got through it to go to the dog E.R. and a drip anti-convulsive medication that may give us more time with her. It may be a brain tumor or a blood clot and that is as advanced as Veterinary medicine has gotten us today.

After the last seizure came and went I realized that my left hand was becoming twice its' size during the night, well after a bee sting from the nursery where I work.   For me, that meant putting off my arrival at work to go to Kaiser to see if my hand and arm would get even bigger.  Given that my job is not with benefits, that meant no money was made today.  As my salary is very, very small, it was a toss up and a violent beginning to what has been a very slow day spent on the couch with my hand in the air and an anti-biotic.  Ginger's absence has made all of us, humans and dog friends sad and listless. 

Somethings need to change radically around here with our lives and yet we slug onward, doing what we can to live each day.  I pray to the divine entity of my understanding for a break, a chance, some peace.  I could use my index finger and hand palm back to normal size, as a beginning and a fresh start with new adventures, new friends and family close by.  I "wish I may" and I "wish I might."