Thursday, December 02, 2010
The little rabbit is still with me. No broken bones, no internal injuries. It has a great appetite (!), is active, and chomping at the bit to get back to where it belongs - out in the wild. The vet did a thorough exam and what I thought was a misplaced tail was actually a chunk of fur that had been scraped off, so the rabbit has a wee bald spot on its behind.
I was given the numbers of several wildlife rescue groups, and there was a rabbit expert who told me not to release the rabbit until I see fur growing back. If it goes now, the freezing cold can kill it through that bald spot, since (I have now been educated) the fur is an animal's first defense against the elements. A chink in the armor can spell a death sentence. Not only that, but there is a weather front moving in over the next few days, and it would be wiser for me to wait until it blows through and the temps go up a bit. I hope to have this rabbit "home" by Sunday.
Meanwhile, it feasts on oats, spinach, lettuce, apple and sweet potato, and I bought a little tub of wheatgrass that has been all but demolished in two days. A little bit of fat won't hurt, and can help it survive a day or two of reorientation. I set up a dog kennel with a shelter box inside, and while it faces the sliding glass door, I have the slots all covered so that the dogs and the rabbit do not interact. The lady said that it's okay for the rabbit to hear them because it hears predators all the time, but the important thing is to keep everyone separated so it doesn't think that the next dog won't kill it.
My biggest fear was that the rabbit would forget who it is, and I was assured that the wild is in its dna, and I can even show it that humans have the capacity to help, but I'm not really wanting to go that far.
I'm grateful for the positive and loving responses I received to the original blog post. Sometimes, we do things without thinking too much on them, and it comes as a flash of inspiration once in a while that life does indeed parallel life. In its own quiet way, the experience I'm living with this rabbit has shown me a picture of my life, and it's a pretty darned nice picture.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I was on my way home around midnight last night, after a late callback. I was tired, and it took a few seconds for my brain to process that I had just passed by a creature struggling in the opposite lane. I turned around and inched along until I found it again - a young rabbit that had been knocked silly by a vehicle, and it looked like it had gotten stuck to the ice. I scooped it up and brought it home and tucked it into the laundry basket with a towel, some water, and a cover so it would feel safe.
By morning, it was up and exploring its prison, and I thought it might be okay to take it back to where I found it and release it. At work, one of the nurses suggested that I don't do it for at least another day, just to make sure the rabbit is okay. So naturally I've been noticing things: the cotton-ball tail is not centered in the behind, and one hind leg seems to want to just jut out. I suspect a pelvic fracture. Okay... we'll see the vet tomorrow and see what can be done. It's illegal for me to care for this rabbit but I will do my best to find a licensed wildlife rehab person to adopt this orphan. I have the feeling that bed rest will be the doctor's prescription, and of course this rabbit may never be able to go back to its wild roots.
I think a lot of us are orphaned in some way, even if our biological families may still be living. I think that those of use who suffer from some sort of dysfunctional beginnings are saved by those who go against the rules and scoop us up off that icy road to which we are stuck, and find out how to care for us back to some semblance of health. We may never be able to return to our roots, but then again, we might not want to, and it mightn't be a good idea anyway.
So life will hand us lemons, and we can make lemon bars. Or we can let them rot and complain that they're no good.
This rabbit struggled to live, and I recognized its desire, so I will do what is in my power to do for this small creature.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
I'm going to eat whatever feels good to eat today. The food I'm bringing to the Thanksgiving table has not one calorie of low-fat, non-fat, sugar-free, low-sodium anything. I'll be bringing sweet potato and pecan pies, vegetarian dressing (butter and olive oil combination to saute the onion and celery), devilled eggs, and the best fresh cranberry relish ever. There'll be turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, sauteed brussels sprouts, yams, and rolls.
I am grateful to be alive, to be healthy, and to be loved by so many people I call family. I'm grateful to have two wonderful dogs. I'm grateful to be able to work for a living, and to have a job I love. I'm grateful to have a home, a car, clothes, food.
Today of all days, there's no such thing as diet cheating. There's no such thing as guilt, or binging.
Today is a day of fellowship. Of all the days of the year to have something to celebrate, today is the day we celebrate sharing. We celebrate the bounty of our toils, and that of others. Today we bring something of ourselves to the table, and encourage others to take of it, and to take of it with love.
And, as always, today is the day I make pecan pie in memory of Pop. I've perfected the recipe finally, and I know he would have enjoyed it immensely. When I bring that pie to the table, I feel him smiling and sense him saying, "That's good pie".
My wish for everyone is to have someplace to call home today, and people to call family, and food to share, stories to tell, and most of all, Love.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Okay, the upset is getting to me in a bad, bad way. I'm finishing up a formal complaint of hostile work environment, and it's at 8 pages in total. I hope...
It's been really upsetting to write all the stuff down that I remember or jotted down on scraps of paper that I have stuffed everywhere for "just in case". I hate doing this. My complaint names several people who aren't bad people, or necessarily mean people, but they're insecure and jealous people where I am concerned, so they've been mean to me.
On the other hand, it's been good to finally feel like there might be a change toward a more positive environment for me.
Either way, I've been binging in a bad way. All day long I have been eating this and that and the other. I know I'm being unkind to myself, and what I should be doing is outreach, but I also know that there will be an end to the feelings, and quite soon. I feel like it's not a binge that will take off, since there's a very specific reason for it, and once that reason is resolved i.e. I finish up my letter, then the binge will resolve itself away. It's not ruining the good work I've done thus far, but it is a setback that can turn into a downward spiral and this I must be careful not to make come true!! I can't afford to go downhill.
I don't have time to fall, now. There's so much prepwork that I need to get going for Thanksgiving celebrations. I want this energy to carry me through the tense times that are to come.
One of the bullies has been asking me for help on knitting projects. I'm not her friend but I'm the only person she knows with any experience in knitting, so I've been helping her solve the problems she seems to easily encounter. Yesterday, she started text messaging me as usual with question one and question two, and I eventually wrote a pretty in-depth explanation over three messages. All of the sudden, the messaging stopped, kind of like in mid-air. All I can conclude from the immediate silence is that she received some kind of communication from one of the other bullies about the letter of complaint I wrote to my union. Maybe some action has already been taken, I don't know. I can't say as I care much, either.
But this person is capable of being verbally vicious, and I'm not afraid of her, but it does mean I need to be ready when the attacks come.
I'll make sure I have healthy, good food with me at work, and I'll make sure that I vent to friends, not to my lunch.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
"Sound mind in sound body" aka ASICS sports brand.
In my case, it would be "sound mind in clean house"! I finally dragged the stove out and cleaned behind it; then I sealed off the entry points that the mousies have been using for a year now.
I'm getting ready for Thanksgiving food prep and holiday baking, and I can't do it knowing that mousies visit my kitchen counters once in a while. I disinfect everything every morning, but it's just not the answer! It's a temporary fix only.
I blew out my knee last Saturday during my jog. I have not gone jogging since, but this morning I feel like trying and seeing how it goes. I'm getting stir-crazy, and it's okay. Not obsessed with jogging/running, mind you, but it is something that I need to do in order to feel like myself.
We are expecting about 2' of snow this weekend, supposed to start Friday sometime and end maybe Monday morning. If that's the case, then I think 2' is a mild estimate... and it's alright with me. I've been chomping at the bit to get my snowshoes on and go walking. I LOVE winter.
Work has been somewhat tense this week. Everyone is feeling the power... my power. I have been working toward stopping the bullying, and for the first time I felt like the Human Resources person is taking me seriously. She advised me to write up a formal complaint of hostile work environment, because she thought my complaint was just about one person. I told her that if I do that, everyone in my department will be involved because they're all part of the bullying campaign. I gave example after example of the things I planned to document, and her mouth fell open and stayed there. It's at 4 pages right now.
The letter I submitted to the union board has been received and read, I suspect. The union rep was on his cell phone for about half an hour yesterday, and he wasn't happy. In my letter I asked the board to consider removing this person as union rep because of his willful violation of union rules to suit his activities, and because of his actions aimed at my detriment.
It certainly keeps life interesting.
I'm excited about Thanksgiving. Every year, it's always such a busy time, and I live the chaos and excitement and all the food. I don't plan to eat sensibly, but I do plan to eat with Love.
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