A Purpose

I've decided to make this my rescue blog. The other blogs I've come across all have some serious purpose or main subject they focus on, not just random ramblings like my old blogs. So, I'll make this my blog to write out things about rescue and we'll see if I get a following ... or at least it'll be a place to get my feelings across as sometimes I feel my rescue life & my personal life are two very different portions of me and they're hard to cover all in one spot, one blog. It'll be nice to have this one focused on that.

I'll start this focus, this more purpose driven blog tomorrow or something. Not tonight, my mind's not big on the idea of focusing right now.

PS- I have this thing for quotes. Expect them.

New Movie - Story of my Life?

Can I not admit that Evan Almighty seems to be the story of my life? No, elephants aren't showing up in my backyard, as upset as my aunt might be over this fact, but cats ... they're everywhere!

Everywhere I go: behind a building, walking through my friend's backyard, running across a street into a field and this doesn't include the countless phone calls my rescue gets of people that want to give them up. Not to mention, this time of year is when I start dreaming of them - last night it was of a cat in my backyard having 12+ kittens.

It's kitten season now and they're being put to sleep by the trashcans-full. That breaks my heart, along with the long-loved house pets surrendered for whatever (poor) excuse that are also being put to sleep before their owners are barely out the door of whatever shelter they're being left at.

No matter what I do, it doesn't seem to be enough.

daydreaming and I'm thinking of you

I had another seizure last week. I fell between two tables and apparently kept bashing my face into the one table ... and it was at a fundraiser too.

The last I really remember was setting my stuff down to help Maureen hand out prizes and then I was waking up on the floor. I broke two teeth, my canines, and my tooth literally went through my lip. My aunt told me later that she didn't think it looked that awful - until she realized that as she was looking at my face she could see inside my mouth.

After an MRI to make sure I didn't shatter my cheek bones, I needed 4 stitches to put my lip back together and my lip was so bad that the doctors seemed to neglect everything else: I tore my back up, my knees are all bruised and I'm still not entirely sure my one finger's alright - it is bruised down into my palm.

I'm not sure what's worse: falling backwards and losing chunks of my memory from the concussions or falling face first and losing chunks of my face...

I wasn't allowed to shower that night either since the stitches were fresh, so the next day when I was showering, the water ran red with blood. My hair felt like cement because it was so caked with blood. I had to sit there and try to pick my hair apart just to get it wet. I hate this, I hate this...