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I've Got to Hand it to . . .
14 years ago
Okay, bad pun.
Recently, I did the exceedingly caring and stupid thing of trying to break up a dogfight. One of the dogs involved must have found one of my gestures threatening, because I am now nursing a hand that looks like a vampire or two went omnomnom on it. I have centered on the back of my hand a perfect pair of puncture wounds spaced exactly in alignment with the canine fangs of the animal in question.
Before any of you get all euthanasia-happy, I admit what I did was stupid and the dog had shown no violent tendencies before the incident nor has he shown any since. He was just being a dog and I was stupid enough at the time to put my dominant hand in danger.
My hand seems to be healing well. No sign of infection or permanent damage. I was afraid for a while that I had incurred nerve and tendon damage, but the numbness I was feeling was actually a part of the healing process. Who knew? Apparently, the brain hates pain as much as the human does.
Speaking of numbness- I'm getting tired emotionally and mentally, especially where my relationships are concerned. There are people I talked to as little as two years ago who never hear from me now. I started cutting out toxic relationships three years ago. Now, I'm cutting out the stagnant ones. I realize that relationships are two-way streets, but there's a difference between "wow I'm really busy, how have you been" and "hey have you seen that shirt we bought the last time we got together, two and a half years ago?" Funny that this should be happening when I find out that a certain person who I'd pretty much cut out of my life is still obsessing about me. No details, internet, just appreciate the irony here. Just let me assure that this person is in NO WAY associated with the fandom.
On being tired, I am beginning to wonder if it is now the norm to find out things about people in your life through the internet and by the second- or third-hand. I'm getting tired of finding these things out through journals, notes, blogs, and the like. This is a BIG reason I hate twitter and such with a passion. At the same time, a certain social network is my biggest tool for keeping in touch with the extended family. So really, I guess I can't complain too harshly on that subject. I'm just sick of having a bunch of people I don't know comment on something I should have been told personally about, I guess. Maybe I'm finally getting territorial. Who knows? All I know is, I don't want to become the stereotypical clingy bitch who needs to control everything around her. If this protective possessiveness isn't the first sign, I don't know what is.
I'm starting two jobs this next week. Part-time things, but money none the less. Time to start shoveling money toward the bill collectors so I have a hope in hell of starting nursing school some time in the next decade. It was supposed to start this fall, but shit got in the way. I've come to accept this as a fact of my life: I plan, God laughs and shoves a Tonka truck in the path of my Hot Wheels classic model.
I'm beginning to realize what is meant by "the honeymoon's over". In this insight, I'm also realizing why 50 percent of marriages end in divorce. This shit is hard work, and I'm beginning to wonder. That's all I will say on that, because flames are good for marshmallows.
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FORGET THIS, I'M BECOMING A HORSE!
Recently, I did the exceedingly caring and stupid thing of trying to break up a dogfight. One of the dogs involved must have found one of my gestures threatening, because I am now nursing a hand that looks like a vampire or two went omnomnom on it. I have centered on the back of my hand a perfect pair of puncture wounds spaced exactly in alignment with the canine fangs of the animal in question.
Before any of you get all euthanasia-happy, I admit what I did was stupid and the dog had shown no violent tendencies before the incident nor has he shown any since. He was just being a dog and I was stupid enough at the time to put my dominant hand in danger.
My hand seems to be healing well. No sign of infection or permanent damage. I was afraid for a while that I had incurred nerve and tendon damage, but the numbness I was feeling was actually a part of the healing process. Who knew? Apparently, the brain hates pain as much as the human does.
Speaking of numbness- I'm getting tired emotionally and mentally, especially where my relationships are concerned. There are people I talked to as little as two years ago who never hear from me now. I started cutting out toxic relationships three years ago. Now, I'm cutting out the stagnant ones. I realize that relationships are two-way streets, but there's a difference between "wow I'm really busy, how have you been" and "hey have you seen that shirt we bought the last time we got together, two and a half years ago?" Funny that this should be happening when I find out that a certain person who I'd pretty much cut out of my life is still obsessing about me. No details, internet, just appreciate the irony here. Just let me assure that this person is in NO WAY associated with the fandom.
On being tired, I am beginning to wonder if it is now the norm to find out things about people in your life through the internet and by the second- or third-hand. I'm getting tired of finding these things out through journals, notes, blogs, and the like. This is a BIG reason I hate twitter and such with a passion. At the same time, a certain social network is my biggest tool for keeping in touch with the extended family. So really, I guess I can't complain too harshly on that subject. I'm just sick of having a bunch of people I don't know comment on something I should have been told personally about, I guess. Maybe I'm finally getting territorial. Who knows? All I know is, I don't want to become the stereotypical clingy bitch who needs to control everything around her. If this protective possessiveness isn't the first sign, I don't know what is.
I'm starting two jobs this next week. Part-time things, but money none the less. Time to start shoveling money toward the bill collectors so I have a hope in hell of starting nursing school some time in the next decade. It was supposed to start this fall, but shit got in the way. I've come to accept this as a fact of my life: I plan, God laughs and shoves a Tonka truck in the path of my Hot Wheels classic model.
I'm beginning to realize what is meant by "the honeymoon's over". In this insight, I'm also realizing why 50 percent of marriages end in divorce. This shit is hard work, and I'm beginning to wonder. That's all I will say on that, because flames are good for marshmallows.
_____
FORGET THIS, I'M BECOMING A HORSE!
