Hello. I've been a bit distant, but it occurred to me today that I miss being in this space. I wasn't planning on blogging at all today because, well, it's a rough week and I'm busy. I am working on my taxes. This is the worst time of year for me because I always put it off until the last minute. Now it's beautiful outside and birds are chirping, and I am loathe to be inside working at a computer on the worst thing ever. Taxes. If you run your own business and do your own books I'm sure you totally understand what I'm talking about. It's a lot of work to do, work that you don't get paid for. And it's frustrating. I do like business and math stuff though, so it's got that going for it. But I think it goes without saying that I like designing better, so I'd rather be doing that.
Ok, tax rant over. It's a stressful part of life, we've all got to deal with it, whatever. Which brings me to the main focus. I was hesitant to post about Seymour's illness because, well let's face it, he's a cat. Some people hate cats and some people just don't understand having a special bond with a pet. Although I was raised to dislike cats (by a family full of people allergic to them), when I met Seymour I changed my mind. Getting my first cat turned me into a full on crazy cat lady. Since I work at home, I spend all day every day with my cats. There are days when the only living beings I see are my cats. Joe is at work ALL THE TIME. Lately he's been doing these 28 hour shifts in the ICU at the hospital and then coming home the next day to sleep during the day. These cats keep me company. They're a big part of my life. Even imagining anything bad happening to them could easily bring me to tears.
So the worst happened on Wednesday night, and Seymour was rushed to the emergency animal clinic. The vet put him under anesthesia, catheterized him, and performed an expensive medical procedure. They put a feeding tube through his neck and kept him at the hospital for a couple of days to monitor him. I got to bring him home on Friday night, a little earlier than expected because he was being fractious and just wanted to be at home. It's been so hard to see him suffer. I cared for him for two days, which was pretty difficult to be honest. It involved tube feeding and giving medications every few hours (to a very difficult patient), as well as just following him around to make sure he was going to the bathroom. I didn't get much sleep. He started doing better, although he mostly hid under the bed the whole time, hating my guts for putting him through all of it.
Yesterday he took a turn for the worse, and I had to take him back to the hospital to have the exact same procedure done again. He will be at the hospital for another two days, and then I'll resume the home care regimen. This is all I've been doing lately, and when he's away I'm too distracted/worried to get much work done. It's been an emotional roller coaster because the vets keep freaking me out by telling me all the diseases that Seymour could have, and then they give me good news, and then they give me bad news again. The fact that Seymour needed more medical attention yesterday kind of made me lose hope. We've spent nearly every penny we have on this. If he has another emergency we will not have the money to cover it. That's my concern right now. The worst case scenario is that if he doesn't improve when he comes home this time we will have to put him to sleep. At this point his kidneys are really damaged, and we don't know if that's temporary. I spent the entire day yesterday just crying. Even in public. I totally lost my sh*t. At the end of the day I poured myself a whiskey and settled in on the couch with Sophia (thank god for her) to watch one of my favorite movies.
I usually don't share most of the personal stuff that goes on in my life here because this blog is mainly about inspiration and making things and my business. I've blogged so many pictures of my cats over the years though that I thought it would be appropriate to share that Seymour was ill. The kindness of your comments made me glad that I did, and that bit of extra support has really helped me get through this. Thanks so much for that. I've gotten a couple of incredibly sweet packages in the mail too, and I just can't believe how lucky I am. The kindness of these gestures just made me cry even more yesterday, but in a good way. Of course, everything made me cry yesterday. I do feel a bit patched back together today after having fallen apart at the seams. I am however sporting some major under eye circles. It's lovely, let me tell you.
This is becoming an age of one line tweets and Facebook status updates, so if you've made it this far in the post I applaud you! Usually when I write posts like this I delete about 2/3 of it. But today I actually felt inspired to post some tiny scraps of fabric from my spring collection. The collection isn't done yet, and after the events of the past week and my resulting financial situation I'm not sure if it's going to go anywhere at all. But I have done quite a bit of work on the fabrics and designs, so I thought I could at least share a snippet.