“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.” ~ Soren Kierkegaard
A quiet morning here. It’s changing, with sounds from the highway starting to step on and dominate the peace. Good enough. It happens every single day. Are there any days that aren’t single? I’ll get back to you on that.
I feel kind of stuck this morning. There’s a lot going on but not too much to talk about, so I am, as I said, stuck. But I did finally get my medical tests scheduled, after a long wait consisting of getting a visit to a very busy neurologist, then waiting for approval from Medicaid for two tests that the very busy neurologist requested. We’re talking MRI and EEG. I’ve waited this long and all I get is two acronyms? Yup, I did. But here’s the thing: I’ve been wondering if I had brain damage from my bicycle accident in 1984, waiting 30 years. That the opportunity to verify my suspicions comes via two tiny seizures since New Years – well, it feels kinda strange. I go for the EEG next Monday, then Saturday is the day for the MRI. Driving down to Santa Fe twice in one week is actually a blessing. The scenery along the way is spectacular. I can barely afford the gas for the drive at this point, but I want to get this done. My mental health counselor asked what the two tests address. I told her that the MRI addresses the structure of my brain, and the EEG addresses the process, the activity. Will they find scarring in the temporal lobe? Raisin appearance in the hippocampus? Prefrontal misbehavior? I’m at a loss when I think of what is going on these days. I had a bike accident way back when and now I am looking at it again, very closely. Go figure. Yes, I am nervous, curious, and scared. My major problem is that I am allowed NO coffee on the day of the EEG! That seems kind of cruel to me.
I have cats to tend to this morning. They like me to be freshly showered, my hair to be tidy, and my attitude to be solidly sweet. The surrealistic feeling in my life right now probably won’t interest them, especially the cat that came in yesterday via Animal Control. Big orange tabby, very feral. The scene in the intake area was classic. It’s a small room, maybe even tiny. There are about 15 cages in that room and we were attempting to put this big terrified tomcat into one of those cages. My supervisor was there, by my request, to offer backup, even if it was simply moral support. Our other companion was the Animal Control officer, who was all duded up in his sharp black Taos County Sheriff’s Department uniform. The cat was in a humane trap and we had to get him into the cage. We almost had him but he made a lunge and squeezed out just above the cage door like toothpaste from the tube. The tom then proceeded to fly all about the room, even rattling the ceiling tiles from their frame. The cop went to his truck and came back with a device that was designed to capture cats. I already had the capture net. My boss had no tool. I didn’t look at her but I suspect that her face was rather smitten with wonder. Long story short, the cop and I fell into synch. He managed to finally pin the cat to the wall and I placed the net beneath the poor thing. The cop released his tool and the cat fell into the net. I did what you do at that point, and the animal was then secured within the cage. A person could get hurt by one of those feral cats, but no one was, not even the cat. The word of the day was “adrenaline”.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.