Dear Morgan, Don’t Give Up!

Several long-term goals were within my grasp. I had a plan. My confidence was high, twenty-sixteen was the year I’d been dreaming of.

Until

On an overcast night in early February when we took our dogs out to potty before bed. Our big dog, Meg, was already outside on her lead when Molly and I arrived. Meg was so excited to see us that she did three joyous laps around us in a couple of seconds. Before I could step out of the loops made from her lead, a strange sound in the neighbor’s yard distracted Meg and she ran to investigate.

I woke up laying on the concrete patio looking up at the stars and worried about Molly.

Everything Changed

I’d gotten a concussion when I landed on my head on the concrete. Nausea and headaches became normal. When we went to the doctor, my mom told her I’d been speaking a lot of gibberish since it happened. I’d known I’d been struggling with my words but I’d had no clue that I wasn’t making any sense.

I lost six weeks of writing time because I couldn’t focus on anything. Stupidly, I assumed I could just work extra hard for a month or two and my amazing year would continue as planned with only this hiccup to make things interesting.

Before falling I’d planned to finish rewriting Valentine’s Catastrophe before Camp NaNoWriMo started on April first. Then I’d write the rough draft of UnScrooged, a full-length Christmas romance novel, during camp. And after that complete rewrites of my first book, The Fire-Pit, followed by another rough draft of a brand new story.

It quickly became clear this schedule was never going to happen. I couldn’t work for more than a couple of hours a day and barely made any progress. Halfway through camp, I officially changed my goals so I wouldn’t beat myself up for being so far behind schedule.

False Hope

The last week of Camp NaNoWriMo I reached an intense and emotional scene. No matter what I did it wouldn’t come together. Desperate to finish the story, I took a pen and paper outside in the hope that inspiration would strike. Molly came with me. We enjoyed the sunny spring day and while she did fun dog things, I wrote.

By the time Molly wanted to go inside I’d written more than I had in over a week. Excitement and relief surged through me. I was back to my old self!

I woke up early the next day eager to get to work. Two cups of coffee later, I’d only written a couple of sentences and didn’t like either one. By lunch I was blinking back the tears gathering in my eyes.

I hate crying. I hate being weak. Continue reading “Dear Morgan, Don’t Give Up!”

Why My Blog Pawsed

In the middle of A-Z you probably noticed that I haven’t posted anything for a couple of days. Here’s why…

We Adopted A Puppy

Yes, we got a new puppy. There has been a flurry of activity getting our home ready for her, getting her supplies, and bringing her home.

Recovering

Our newest little girl is recovering from being spayed. Our other two girls are recovering from the shock of a new sister. I am recovering. My blog is unpawsed, but will probably not be caught up until early next week. I hope my fellow A-Z bloggers will understand the delay. I also will catch up on the many blogs that I’m enjoying this month, just as fast as I can.

PS – Dear grammar police, I do know how to spell pause correctly 😉

Our New Puppy Copyright 2016 Jillian Pearl
Our New Puppy Copyright 2016 Jillian Pearl

Diabetes In Cats and Dogs

This post was originally published on my first blog, Tyler’s Tails, as “Tyler Has Diabetes” on November 17, 2011. It is important information that every pet parent needs to know. Both dogs and cats can become diabetic. Please learn the warning signs.

Tyler Has Diabetes

About a year after Tyler adopted me a spider bit him. The vet used steroids as a part of his treatment plan. Tyler took a long time to recover from the spider bite. During his treatment, I noticed he drank significantly more water than normal during a 24 hour period. I used a clumping litter in his litter box so when I scooped it was easy to see that his urine balls had become larger, the size of a softball. He was constantly hungry, so I fed him more. Despite this, he was noticeably skinnier. No one had any idea that he was pre-diabetic. Did the steroids trigger or have any part in Tyler becoming diabetic? My vet explained that the steroids caused his blood sugar levels to increase, which is a bad thing for humans and animals who are pre-diabetics or diabetics. Repeated steroid injections over the course of his treatment steadily raised his insulin levels. The first time the vet tested him, his blood sugar was a shocking 560, which is way above normal for a cat. My vet immediately put together a treatment plan for Tyler. Continue reading “Diabetes In Cats and Dogs”