"When you change the way you see things, the things you see will change."
- Wayne Dyer
When we know that the situation is a kind of blow-off, among my family, when it comes to feeling that the wheel can not avoid being just falling down, , I do not know how and what kind of falls are seen.
That was my Christmas "vacation" a few years ago.
I really did my best in the months to December. It was too difficult to retrospect. I was looking forward to a much needed break for Christmas. I relaxed, read, watched movies, and went for a walk. .
But the universe was not on the same page.
My elderly mother who came back to my hometown home needed a hip replacement surgery but I needed more help in her house. My family had meals, bought food, took care of cats, fulfilled the mission, and decided the schedule. They really needed a break, so I agreed to go out to my place for my mother for Christmas for two weeks.
Despite our mother's age at 88, descending to 5 & 2 "and 107 pounds, she can still carry a fully functioning house (which would be me) a full strength of her spirit It is a proof of that (the me and my 13 - year - old dog, become a soda) The residents enter a restful sharp break.
Correction: Soda stopped grinding. Meanwhile, I was in overdrive which I had literally came back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom (my bedroom!) Deliver meal to my mother and return meal. Taking care of her for her was to achieve two goals as hip pain became quite immobile: 1) to make her a bit thicker before surgery, 2) to require her much more Give rest.
i haven't.
My mother needed to eat five meals a day, including two breakfasts (like hobbits), lunch (soup, sandwiches, fruits, vegetables and desserts), afternoon afternoon tea and pre-meal snacks, And dinner In addition, we stopped and listened to the story during food shopping, endless dish, meal provision, and meals.
I was able to make it through Christmas with just one minor meltdown. However, two days after Christmas, the precarious attached wheels of life probably perhaps seemed to be functioning perfectly fell quickly. And, as is usually the case, it stopped me with a seemingly small small uplift of a way nothing to do with my mother. That's why I went to my mum about what I was concerned about and later felt better.
Soda, unfortunately, didnt. When she got up that evening, she could not. When I was able to help her, she staggered several stairs and fell. I brought her once more and she left home, got off her little lamp and tripped over the backyard where she fell. I called the emergency veterinary hospital and reported the symptoms. They told me immediately to get her urgently - she said more easily than taking into consideration the weight of more than 100 pounds.
I do not know how I did it, but once I got soda, it looked like a small angel's feather, carrying her from the backyard to the car. She could not walk about a week.
She may have been diagnosed with "Old Dog · Vestibular Disease" which is the imbalance of inner ear similar to dizziness, spending the next 4 nights in emergency. Interesting ... Because my stress level was in the stratosphere.
Either way, regardless of cause, the impact on soda was that she was not completely balanced, very dizzy, what was nauseous, and her head was on one side with a rather awkward angle I was leaning. From an emotional point of view it was misery for her to look like this. From a practical point of view, my days were breast-feeding and watering at home by my mother. Then we moved half of the time back and forth in the animal hospital, visited the soda, and ate by hand. Someone else) and the staff help to get out of her to do her business (took three people to do this).
When we got out on the fourth night night, Soda was surprised several times in order to tilt her fence because she was still dizzy. Still, the veterinarian called me the following morning and said he was sending soda to his house.
The veterinarian said, "When I am with her, I am walking at least on herself, so when you are not here, I have not tried it."
So now, I had two pretty immovable 107 pounds fee to care with my little bungalow in the sea: one in my bed; Another soda in my garden, soda living room It is because she decided that her recovery would be most successful in a large outdoor, compared with a place a little far away like the floor of the room.
I thought that I was busy before. Ha! Now I have my mother eat five meals a day. I tried to freeze an old sickly dog that was quite large and to die. For this purpose, she did not suffer from pneumonia as my mother suggested placing a sheepskin under the soda and putting a wool blanket on top. There was a lot of work to get sheepskin under soda, but this was going well until she got on the feet. Fold the garden in half and immediately collapsed again. So I will repeat the process.
Oh - Did soda still say that you need to eat five small meals by hand?
So, this lasted a few days, honestly, I did not think that soda was improving enough. And was I truly fair to her? In the evening of the New Year, I got the answer - indirectly. When three teenage girls appeared on my driveway, I was caught soda from the bush in the dark in the side of the house.
"I am here!" I cried.
One of them turned on a flashlight and pointed it out in my direction. I was in the middle of the bushes while trying to hold down the back end of soda at this point.
"Are you OK?" A girl asked
"Yeah," I said. "My dog is really sick and she just needs more help."
The soda - head was still heading toward those slowly leaning to one side ... probably looks like a small black bear just shot than an old dog.
Another person of the girl said, "Oh, she does not look so good"
"I know," I said.
Soda tripped in front of them and flop on the front lawn. It started to rain.
I breathed a lot and headed for a girl. "Is there anything I can do?
I can see that they were mormonist missionaries.
"Do you believe in the existence of God?" A girl asked
"Yeah," I said, their timing is rather dubious.
And then, I have you, the same girl asked me, "And how does God show up in your life?
"Well, I call it crazy, but this situation seems to be a good example," I said.
I did not know how to be correct. After they left, I sat on the front lawn near the soda. She could sleep again - I was three feet away from the busy road, so I could not leave her alone. And that hit me: the time it has come for soda to go.
So, after another good cry, I entered, took a deep breath with soda in one eye, and called a cell phone veterinarian. The woman immediately answered. I told her the situation of soda - and I thought it wrong to keep her in this state.
"I think it is the best," I said. "If you come and drop her,"
I am told that "I am hearing what you are talking about," I understand your concern, but I am not. She is warm and safe, rest assuredly and completely recovers from 80% to 90% probability.
I completely hung up with a different attitude and feeling of new hope.
Perhaps, was soda trying to pull out? Perhaps, I may have needed to believe in the ability to heal at my own pace and the ability to provide conditions that I can. And perhaps the veterinarians would have been examples of how God's intervention would appear in our lives. It is a person who gives hope when we can no longer find ourselves.
Anyway, the veterinarian saved the life of soda. And she probably saved me by coincidence. To be honest, if my house and the residents living there were really "fully functional" before Christmas, wheels did not fall off even if my mother helped for only two weeks.
Rather, my mom's visit turned out to be a very necessary catalyst, when the dust settles down and when the dog was in the way to recover, I had to rethink my work-centered life better. Perhaps the symptoms of soda were not creatures fully balanced?
So I thought that our problem could appear in pet health, and asked a friend of a massage therapist.
"Absolutely," she said. "Soda is picking up your energy ... She has your canary in a coal mine.
A few weeks later, I talked to another friend that soda was concerned about more comfort.
"Well, you know what you need, whether you're preparing to die there or are you resting in the most comfortable place," he said.
It is really enough. By February, soda has recovered 100%. Actually, I said that mobility and alertness are higher than hers before Christmas. And when she felt comfortable enough, she came inside again ... with me.
My mother once told me that the doctors were happy because once she came back home, because she gained 14 pounds thanks to the enthusiasm for eating at me!
That Christmas has no choice except when full things are brought down around me, I detain everything and attend full-time to take care of my elderly moms and senior dogs did. After relaxing enough to recognize lessons learned by the challenge, I started to understand what gifts were a difficult experience.
"The way to see things is the most powerful force to shape your life."
- John O & # 39; Donohue, Anam Cara; Celtic wisdom book
And after the crisis was over, I really wanted to live and work altogether. I enjoyed the time when soda remained. Since I realized that I could not do it for the closest thing to me if I could not learn to do this myself, I found a way to send a more balanced life every day It was.
Sadly, my mother died suddenly in March - four days after hip surgery. Soda died after 6 weeks. My mind was broken by both deaths, but I am very grateful when I spent Christmas together. As it turned out, I cared about my mom and soda, they were my last gifts.
