(TW: Medical, Writer’s Block, Loss of a Pet, Rats, Musophobia, Snakes, Ophidiophobia)
Today is December 5th, and it is also my little brother’s 21st birthday. Wow. It’s hard to believe that he’s finally 21. As I sit here writing this, the dinner that he requested, a cheeseburger casserole, is upstairs baking in the Ninja. Which gives me ample time (hopefully) to try to find a way to untangle my thoughts because, I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately, and I also haven’t been consistently posting, or keeping to the new post schedule, and that’s for a couple reasons, honestly.
First, is that I’ve been struggling with my sleep lately, probably as a side-effect of my medications, and also due to all of the stress that I’ve been under. Between rheumatology appointments, nephrology appointments, MRI’s of my brain, and seeing my podiatrist again, November was a pretty busy month for me. It was also the month of NaNoWriMo, and in that timespan, I also said goodbye to not one but two of my beloved pets. Boo passed away on November 22nd, right before Thanksgiving, leaving me with not much to feel thankful for, and Sasu passed away on November 29th. If you don’t like snakes or rats, and you suffer from Musophobia or Ophidiophobia, please click away now, or scroll to the far bottom of this post because, even though I loved my babies dearly, I don’t want to cause anyone any needless panic.
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Boo was a terror. She and her sister Zero were the first two rats that I had ever adopted, and of the two she was definitely the more adventurous one. When she was out of the cage, she wanted to run, explore, and find shiny things to bring back to her little hoard. She was also the instigator, always trying to escape the cage when the door was open and run around on the top to see what kind of good treats I’d hidden up there that, she honestly couldn’t have gotten anyways because they were in sealed containers.
She liked to bite fingernails, pull hair, and stick her whole face in your ear or up your nose. She loved fiercely, ferociously, and she was the mommy of the Mischief. Her sisters miss her so much, and her people miss her too. She and her youngest sister, Café, were always two of the first to the cage doors when it was time for snackies, and you could always count on her to run away with whatever snackie she was given, stash it somewhere, and then beg for another because she was a little hoarder. BJ and I buried her in the back yard, where we will hopefully plant flowers this spring, and I’ll be able to bring the other rats outside to the flower patch and they can be with her again in that way.
I hope you’re with Zero, and Chai, and Cocoa. I hope that the three of you are with mom, and that you’re being good, and that there are so many snacks in little rattie heaven.
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Sasu was my heart. Plain and simple, he was the last of my snakes, originally adopted on Mother’s Day 2012, and the third snake that I had ever gotten. By far he was also one of the most rewarding creatures that I had ever had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know. Originally, it was my plan to give him some ridiculous flouncy name like I’d given Lestat, my first snake, but my mom didn’t like the name that I’d picked out, which was “Narcissus” because he loved to stare at his reflection in the glass of his tank. She decided that she’d call him “Ka” like the snake in The Jungle Book. But truthfully, he had so many names, Sasu, Ka, Narcissus, Pretty-Boy, Chomky Noodle, Stubborn Jerk… it all depended on the day.
And though some people are under the ridiculous impression that snakes have no personality, they would be wrong. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d taken him out when I was younger, and he was still small, and he would wrap around my ponytail, or the bun in my hair, and I would just forget he was up there until either someone pointed him out, or he woke up from his nap and decided it was time to explore.
I will love you forever, little noodle.
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Despite that, I was able to “win” NaNoWriMo, albeit by a bit of cheating. In the end, I tallied up the words that I’d written in the past month both in blog posts and book reviews, some of which that I haven’t published yet, and are sitting in the queue. So, at least that feels like something. Because aside from that, my health hasn’t been great. Part of me didn’t want to write this, or post it until tomorrow because, I have a doctor’s appointment at Rush, again, which will hopefully bring me the results of that brain MRI, and if it shows something significant, great… I’ll make another post. If not, I’ll still probably make another post.
-well, looks like I was wrong, and an hour wasn’t enough time to write this. So I’ll throw in a picture of BJ and his pie.
Sky from about two and a half hours in the future after when I started this post here. BJ loved his card, his casserole, and the birthday pie. Now, I have to get my stuff ready for my appointment at Rush in the morning. Wish me luck.
-Sky
Skyla N. Lambert
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