Summer of Changes

1 09 2017

This summer, of the year 2017, has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride, and I’m still reeling from it, recovering from it.

In May, I lost my beloved cat to cancer. He’d been with me for five years at that point and was only a few months shy of turning thirteen. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and I miss him so very much. At the same time, I was blown away by the kindness of strangers when I put up a GoFundMe campaign to cover the vet bills. One person donated over 3000 Danish Kroner. That is a lot of money to give a stranger and I’m still trying to find a way to pay that kindness forward, but I will never forget this person, or any of the others who donated to the campaign. It really helped me a lot at the time, and still gets me through the bad days.

Then, at the end of May, I received an offer of a new flat, at a place where I’ve been on a wait list for about a year and a half. I’d already turned down one offer that had come the day after Charlie Cat died, at which point I had no desire for any more changes. But I’ve been ready to move for a long time, and after seeing the flat, I decided to accept the offer, and on June 16th, I moved in.

Moving is hard. It’s one of the hardest things to do in my experience. Even when you hire movers to carry all your junk, it’s hard. And while I’ve had some fantastic help from my best friend, I’m not quite settled yet. While the blackout curtains are up in the bedroom (I can’t sleep without them, and the windows here are HUGE!), I still have no curtains up in the living room. I wanted to make them myself, but I think a trip to IKEA will be in order very soon. The sun is getting lower in the sky, and can be quite blinding in the afternoon.

But I love it here. This place feels more like home already than the place I lived before, where I spent nearly twelve years agonising over keeping a garden I absolutely hated. Gardens are overrated. At least for me, who can kill a cactus with no problems at all. I’m so very happy to have that burden off my back, and now I’ve traded in that nightmare for a huge balcony with window boxes, that need little to no maintenance.

And here. Look at this view!

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I will never get tied of that view, I swear. It changes every day, with the weather and the pattern of the clouds. I feel incredibly fortunate that I found this place.

Fast forward to August. And this is where it becomes difficult for me to write about it. See, the thing is I’ve always had poor teeth. Really poor teeth. I think it’s partly genetic, partly due to me being terrible at brushing and flossing. But long story short, by the time I was in my mid-thirties, if my teeth weren’t filled with filling, they were broken and rotten. Quite literally. And that’s embarrassing at best, not to mention terrible for one’s physical health.

In the end, it was a social worker who convinced me to begin the process of getting dentures. I can’t explain why others, including my best friend, weren’t able to do this, or why I responded to this one guy, but that’s how it happened. And on August 21st, I had the last of my teeth out (apart from my six bottom front teeth, which are amazingly in decent health) and on the same day I got my dentures.

It’s been a tough few weeks since then. My gums are sore, and wearing the dentures is incredibly uncomfortable, something that I expect will take me a long time to get used to.

But I can smile again. Even if that will also be something that I need to get used to. At some point, I’ll be able to eat properly again. I haven’t yet eaten with the dentures in, instead opting for soft and/or liquid food that doesn’t need much chewing. I will have to practise eating with them in.

It’s going to be a long process. I look forward to the day when wearing these dentures don’t bother me any more, and I can speak properly with them in. That day is not today. Today I have a massive cold, and my teeth are soaking in a plastic jar in the bathroom, because honestly… dentures and snot don’t mix.

And that’s the update on the Summer of 2017. It’s been a wild ride, and it’s not quite over yet. But I’m hoping that it will all end well.

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GoFundMe

10 05 2017

I was somewhat reluctant in sharing this on here. I don’t like begging for money. I don’t even like sharing my Amazon wishlist for birthdays and holidays. But after some thought and having had incredibly kind donations from both friends and strangers, I just wanted to share it here, and let it be known that my faith in humanity has been restored today.

No pressure to donate. But I would be incredibly grateful if you would just share this campaign around.

Thank you.

https://www.gofundme.com/charlie-cats-vet-bill





R.I.P. Charlie Cat

9 05 2017

Today, I had to say goodbye to my beloved cat, Charlie. He’s been with me for just over five years since I adopted him from my best friend back in 2012 and it was the best decision I ever made. These past five years, he’s been there for me when I was sad, when I was happy, he has been miffed with me if I took a night out to go see a movie and he has slept next to me almost every night.

A few weeks ago, he began to falter, sleeping more than usual and eating and drinking much less than he normally did. I took him to the vet two weeks ago and the initial diagnosis was a UTI, which we then treated him for. But he didn’t get better and on Sunday, he refused to eat anything at all.

I took him back to the vet yesterday. This morning I got a call from the vet and was told that he’d eaten last night (everything that he’d been served), but that he (the vet) would still like to take some blood samples, which of course, I agreed to. A an hour so later, the results were in. White blood cells were elevated and some other indicators that it might be leukaemia.

However, at the first visit to the vet, they also found a lump in his belly. So the vet suggested that he open up Charlie Cat to have a look. At first I was reluctant, taking a wait and see stance, which would have meant waiting until Thursday as the vet has Wednesdays off.

After a chat with my best friend, I changed my mind. Better to know than to go around worrying for two days.

Right now, I’m not entirely sure it was the right decision. Probably it was. But it’s still two days I won’t have back even if Charlie Cat would have been at the vet hospital during that time.

What the vet found was two large masses surrounding Charlie Cat’s bowels. Inoperable. And the only humane choice was to leave him sedated and then give him an overdose so that he would peacefully pass away.

At least I got to say goodbye. Even if he was asleep and sedated at the time.

But I shall miss him terribly. He was the light of my life at a time when there was a lot of darkness and he has been the best company anyone could ever ask for. I will always keep him in my heart and I will never forget him.

R.I.P. Charlie Cat

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Meet Charlie

30 03 2012

 

This is Charlie. He moved in with me today. Someone on Facebook asked me whether I adopted him or he adopted me. I’m still not quite sure about the answer to that one, although I did get him from a friend. The first few hours, he was very uncertain about the whole thing and hid under the sofa, but after I’d taken a nap (no cats allowed in the bedroom!), he seemed to have accepted this turn of events and decided that I’m pretty good at giving scritches. And also that my blanket is apparently very good at digging his claws into.

And yes, his name is the same as mine. Sure I could change it, but he’s 5-6 years old and imho, Charlie is a perfectly good name, so I see no need to give him a new name.

Oh, and look! New cat-egory! (har har)