Thursday, May 11, 2023
I had planned on finishing rearranging the bedroom today, but I didn't get to it. While I took my normal nap, Cleopatra decided she was too bored. Her answer to boredom was to shred the last roll of toilet paper I had.
Waking up to the fresh hell in the bathroom, I called Jaime and he came and took her for an hour. Anger subsided to sadness, and I called him and said to bring her back. I was over the anger.
Anger is fine to have as long as you can control it. In that moment when I called Jaime, I knew I couldn't. If I had lashed out at my Cleo, I could have hurt her severely. Making that call was the right choice. It allowed me to have some time to calm down. It gave me the time to cry. Hurting her will never be an option for me.
So I recleaned the bathroom, and washed enough dishes to make myself some tea. I also called my insurance to schedule a ride to my MRI on the 16th, to check for cancer. I don't believe for an instant that I have cancer, but the doctor feels better safe than sorry.
Tomorrow I will work on the other half of the bedroom and try to get back on track.
