Full Moon

This week has been a doozy, which I attribute to today’s “Wolf Moon” the first full moon of the year. Monday was fine. Tuesday I went into work and had kids scheduled to see. I have a paraprofessional assigned to me on in-person days, so I was counting on him for a number of things.

But, he got pulled to do something else and I didn’t find out until after I arrived, so I was scrambling for a minute. I also found out that he wouldn’t be in on Thursday afternoon because he helps with material pick-up and that was moved to Thursday (which is today) this week. More scrambling and cancelling a couple in-person sessions that were supposed to start today.

I was probably a little more bitchy to all three of our parapros that day, not understanding why my help got taken and what steps I should take. Do I address the teacher who asked him to watch her class for like the entire morning, so she could get testing done or do I address him and tell him to tell people “no” when they ask and that he’s committed? Adult conversations are hard sometimes.

Granted, this is all new, we just recently got permission to start seeing kids in-person again, but I did verify with him last week that he would be able to help me. I was very frustrated to say the least. In the end, I talked to him and made him a schedule starting next week (so he knows what his commitments are) and reminded the teacher that he would no longer be able to help him on the days I’m in.

I didn’t have a great feeling driving home. I didn’t feel like I was my best self. I did a lot of thinking on the way home, and texted all three of our parapros an apology text, told them how much I love and appreciate them. That made it better. They truly are the best and I need to work on my reactions. I get anxious and pissy when last minute changes occur. I’m working on it.

I woke up the next day (Wednesday) feeling happy and optimistic. I had a light day, but planned to get a lot of testing done. I was working from home and excited that I didn’t have any obligations in the evening so it was going to be a relaxing day.

Until I found a sore on my kitty. She had been acting kind of weird since the day before, but her long hair was matted and covering it. With Covid, the vet hospitals are all slammed and it’s almost impossible to get an appointment. I called her vet and they couldn’t see her until Friday, and I texted the vet I used to work for, but they didn’t even have a doctor in the office, so that was a no.

Luckily we have an animal emergency clinic less than two miles away, and when it was all said and done the wait wasn’t that bad. But I was frantic for a bit, trying to figure out if she would be okay and wondering what happened and trying to juggle my groups in case I didn’t make it back by 1:00. Or try to figure out if I should bring my computer and connect from my car. It isn’t the first time I’ve waited in that parking lot with one of my pets during this pandemic, but hopefully it’ll be the last!

It wasn’t an abscess like they thought, it was cellulitis under a bunch of matted fur. She was bruised and looked like she had a lot of small puncture wounds. I have no idea what happened, but she does like to hang out on the roof, so she may have fallen off.

She has been taking her medicine with her food and affectionate since her visit, I’m optimistic that she will recover quickly.

If you know me at all, you know that I go nuts when my real babies or my fur-babies are sick! And cats are really hard because they’re stoic and can be tough to medicate. I’m always worried when taking them in, especially for a wound that I had no idea how bad it was. I just know that she was very painful when I put her in the carrier.

I did good yesterday. I practiced my newish vet mantra that I started after taking my dog in for issue after issue after issue. Quick and easy, quick and easy, quick and easy I would say out loud. It helped. His chronic ear got better and just one more visit later, I heard music to my ears “We don’t have to see him back until his vaccines are due.”

I told Zoe all the way there that it was going to be Quick and easy, quick and easy and she would be healed and feel wonderful. All in all, it turned out to be best case scenario (I think- they didn’t have to clean out a wound and stitch her up, maybe put in a drain tube like they though).

And the thoughts and worries of cancer and a tumor were hushed away, while I assured myself that no matter what all would be okay. And I felt at peace.

It is now Thursday and I’m almost halfway done with my work day. Tomorrow is records day, so we don’t have any obligations, except to get our records done, but they aren’t due until the end of next week.

I’m proud of myself for working to stay grounded this week. I’ve been meditating daily and removing myself from any negativity that I can. Not long ago, I would have handled all this much different, and likely would have coped with it with the help of my old friend Captain Morgan. I’m so grateful that’s not my life anymore.

My oldest son, who is on the verge of 18, awoke early yesterday. It’s rare that anyone is up with me before 7:00am. He has diabetes and woke up with high blood sugar, so he got up to get insulin and then stayed up.

It was dark and peaceful as we gabbed about stocks. His grandpa recently got him into stocks and apparently there’s a huge thing going on with Gamestop and Reddit. People keep buying Gamestop stocks, so now a $15 stock is up to like $300. Those on Reddit claim that it could get to $5,000, and I’m kind of tempted to buy. I think it’s going to come crashing down any minute, if it hasn’t already. It was a great morning though with my man aged baby.

I hope during this crazy full moon week, that you are able to stay grounded and sane. In fact, if you have any tips on how to stay calm in the midst of chaos, please send them my way.

Namaste

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Published by Hella Moone

I am a mom of boys, wife, furmom, gardner, walker, runner, teacher, reader, writer and cook. I am 42 years old and live in the beautiful state of Michigan. I love my job as an elementary special education teacher. The most remarkable quality of mine is that I'm a recovering alcoholic.

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