Months ago as I was leaving a local store, I made it a point to take a peek at the baby as I passed a stroller. I get so emotional so quickly and I was in tears by the time I reached the doors. I wondered who he was, did he have two parents, siblings, does he laugh a lot, was he in pain, and thought of him often. Today I received an announcement of a benefit for this same child. Now I know who he is, and have seen the trauma inflicted to his tiny body by the necessary surgeries.
The event is this weekend for the little guy and I'm assuming he lives in my township. Can I go? No. I cannot. I am tearing as I type this. For some reason my emotions at times, for certain things, cannot be controlled and I certainly do not want to be a moosh moosh around others celebrating this child. So I will just donate toward the activities or send the family a check. And I can keep up with his progress and surgeries now that I know more about him. He has a loving family and siblings, and I feel for the many children with difficulties that do not.
Sitting quietly this evening. The hour+ of intense heat from burning the 10 foot long cedar boards was too much and I didn't realize I could develop heat exhaustion. Did not pass out, but pretty close. It took a couple hours to stop sweating, even with a cool shower, air conditioning, and icy towels on my neck. Still have the headache and that stupid Tylenol does nothing. When will they develop a blood thinner that can be taken with Advil?
Nitzy is locked and loaded inside, tomorrow morning will be very difficult. He will be crying to go out and I'm sure continue when he is in the carrier. I hope he will attempt to use the litter box before we leave in late morning. How this brat will react at the doctor's will certainly not be cordial.
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