Emergency Surgery

Friday, March 18, 2005

In the world – Capitol Hill dealt with steroid use in athletes, and Mark McGuire testified. Collette suddenly realized that he had grown old since he broke the home run record those several hot summers ago. Perhaps more time had passed than she had realized. Fuel prices had risen once again, and a case of euthanasia in Florida was about to commence, within hours. It was a strange, sad little world.

And the poor little kitty back at home had not faired well, Thursday. As Carrie-Bri had noticed and said so, upon Shamrock arriving home… her inner tissue was not completely enclosed inside. The stitches had snapped loose. No wonder the poor thing had felt poorly and could hardly look straight. Thursday morning, as Rose related to Collette, she began bleeding on the carpet and was taken in to the vet. The vet rushed her to emergency surgery, and Shamrock was once again to spend a weekend in a kennel. There were no guarantees. It was possible she wouldn’t make it through the night. But Collette had high hopes. She still felt responsible for the whole situation and hoped it would all be smoothed out by Sunday at least.

As it happened, the little kitten was well taken care of, and while she still ran a warm temperature that morning, Mom passed on the news that the vet had high hopes of her recovery. It brought a bit of relief to Collette that evening, as the storms rolled in.

And the morning had been spent packing the church office for five and a half hours, with tape guns and markers for labeling. By the end, Collette and Ivy were both a bit worn out. It was quite a task deciding exactly how to pack each item, what to discard of (after five and a half years of moldering in boxes and cabinets, as little had been thrown out after the first move), and how to label each box. By one o’clock, everything finally seemed to have been wrapped up enough for Collette to leave. It was already a sleepy afternoon.

But OLeif had just gone out for a run to Hobbe’s Chicken across the way for a bit of a treat for supper. It was a rather rare occurrence to have a Friday night together uninterrupted. It was a nice change of speed, and they watched some episodes of the Walton’s while the wind blustered outside in the gray. It was good to be contented inside with the warm glow of the lamps and a hot supper while the March storms and winds blazed across the dim. It was a lovely feeling one never could get quite enough of in the evenings.