NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Off

The Anubis being cute on the sofa.

 

Had an emergency tooth extraction yesterday late morning so not in a writing mood today. The headache pressure is intense. Anubis isn’t a very good nurse though. He just wants attention all the time, cares not for my discomfort.

March Into April

National Poetry Writing Month aka NaPoWriMo starts tomorrow. Am I prepared for this? Well, no. Not my version of it at least. I usually write, at least, one poem a day so typical NaPoWriMo isn’t a stretch for me so I challenge myself to write five or more poems a day. Not sure I am mentally prepared for this as I’ve been dealing with a lot of things lately, some of which will end up spilling into the first week and a half of April at minimum. Been so overwhelmed in my thoughts to the point of one poem being a struggle to write. I managed two poems today. I am so delighted especially since they arrived easy with a flow like water. Love the “water” poems.

Since my last ‘On The Blog’ post on February 22nd (a bit surprised it has been that long), I’ve gotten thrown down by an absolutely horrific cold, dealt with a blizzard and other home-related shenanigans, was without a computer briefly due to power cord failure, created a new mixed media piece, began a new bead mosaic (it is almost done), started cutting out a few more drawstring backpacks, struggled to figure out how to help my feline overlord function despite his increasing digestion issues, gained another first cousin once removed, got in a minor car accident that – fortunately – only scraped up some paint when someone backed out into me in a parking lot, stressed out a great deal about matters involving my chronic health conditions, and went on an adventure to upgrade Patchwork Chicken Studio’s show displays after many discussions and layout tests. March has been busy.

I ended up missing the Fleshgod Apocalypse show due to my cold and the flare up of the chronic health conditions that it triggered. I was/am heartbroken over it as I missed them the last few times they had been in Denver too because of my health. Beginning to suspect that life doesn’t wish me to pay live homage to Italian Metal Gods. I did pre-order their forthcoming new release, Veleno, to appease some of my sorrow while listening to the first single, Sugar, in semi-obsessively constant fashion.

For April beyond NaPoWriMo, I have home-related shenanigans to finish/deal with, finish the bead mosaic, and put together the drawstring backpacks. Patchwork Chicken Studio has a show on April 6th so there will be some prep work beforehand. It is shaping up to be very busy too. I just hope it is busier to the creative side of things.

The Anubis

It has been an odd two weeks. Very busy as I finished up and prepared Altars & Avatars for release next week. The preparations became consuming of my time as I also battled a fibromyalgia flare-up which intensified on Wednesday and Thursday of this week. But all of that pales in comparison to last Thursday. Last Thursday…

Last Thursday, Jan. 31st, was an absolutely horrific day for Anubis. While I was out running an errand and an impromptu coffee shop writing session, Anubis had what appears to be a stroke. He was fine when I left around 6:30am. When I returned about 90 minutes later, he was a very different cat. He was really struggling to be mobile, to do things. It was extremely unsettling for both of us. He spent the day sleeping – mostly on me once he figured out how to get his limbs into a comfortable position – and as evening approached, he started to become more functional and started eating and drinking.

By Friday, he had resumed purring, grooming, moving around without limping. By Saturday afternoon, he started jumping up into the living room window and getting into things as he normally likes to do. The stroke did take a long-term toll on him.

While he is mostly back to normal, there are moments where he hits a mental glitch and he acts out of character. Random acts of aggression, momentary confusion about what he’s doing, slow response time to stimuli such as me calling his name, and the occasional limp to a limb.

I love my feline overlord immensely. I feel horrible that he’s going through this. I also feel horrible about me feeling like I am living with a stranger sometimes because his glitches make him such a different feline.

We’re learning to adapt. It is a slow process.