Friendly Neighbor Update

We have made it to the halfway point with our cat Hunter's leg healing journey.  Coming along nicely.  He's such a cool cat.

I still don't know why I keep spiking a fever and abdominal rash.  No clues or anything.  Just finish my antibiotics like a good girl who has plenty of time to be draggy and exhausted from their side-effects.  No problem.

Cat Scan for lower left abdominal pain was inconclusive.  Bright side:  No scar tissue. No hernia.  No tumor, no ovary problem.  Kidneys are great, and lower lungs. Sigmoid colon is thickening, and I have some fat deposits on my liver.  Have no idea what that means.

I don't feel like the pain is coming from my colon, and my liver is in the wrong place to be causing this pain.  And it doesn't track with other gastric activities in which I engage, if you catch my meaning. The pain is constant and unrelated.  It hurts inside my hip, very top of inner thigh, outer hip, lower left back, down my leg and knee and my foot is tingly. All. The. Time.  I don't even see the gastroenterologist until November 12th, unless they get a cancellation.  So.  There's that.

On a lighter note, here's my latest recording :)

Call me down.

Call me down from dreams

When what I dream won’t match

With what I see

Drag me up from drowning

When I all but suffocate

What I might be

Shine me through the night

When all the lights go down

So I can rest

Shroud me through the daylight

When everything is blinding

At its best

Calm my stormy countenance

When everything in torrents

Soaks me through.

Call me to a higher ground

When all I cannot see

Leads back to you.

Evidence

I've been searching time

For proof, or some provision

That makes right the position

Of my consciousness and mind.

‘They’ wipe out what is certain

The evidence is clouded;

The darkness here a shroud--

And nothing draws the curtain

So in can stream the light

And show me what is there

I’m looking everywhere!

But the shades are shut down tight.

Time is searching me--

And testing every dream;

And making what I’d like to be

Look less like what I need.

And where is all the love

That I'm supposed to feel--

Those things that make me real--

That provision is to prove?

Faith can never fight

For those that do possess

The power to be faithless;

Even when it isn’t right.

I've been searching long

Yet I can tell you naught,

For my faith is all I've got--

And it feels like something’s wrong.

I can’t get free from feeling

That someone knows the truth

And if the light gets loose,

It could stop my mind from reeling.

So do I search my heart

For the glimmer of faith lost?

What will be the cost?

Where do I even start?

~ (C)Kimberly B. Williamson