Raven's Diary

…it’s been over 6 weeks now, yes SIX weeks that I have been feeling horrid on and off! Can a flu bug really be so stubborn? Today I feel like it’s time to take care of myself and surrender to a professional. With everything that has happened over the last 6 weeks, everyone else was much more important. But it seriously can’t continue like this, I have stuff to do for goodness sake. As I’m sitting here I can barely breathe through my nose, my throat feels tender and my eyes feel swollen. Pretty picture hey!

Also an interesting point to make is it seems that flu bugs have watches and calendars….for as long as I can remember (10years or so ;p) I’ve been sick over this time every blooming year. I was trying to think back 3 years or so…I know I was horridly sick just before our wedding, which was exactly 3 years ago. But I thought that I was pretty healthy these last 2 years….can’t remember so nicely, age getting to me if the bugs don’t. But isn’t that strange that every year the bugs know exactly when to attack. Is it the cold weather? One would think that in hot weather they will multiply and attack. Or is it that the cold weather lowers our immunity and then they conveniently attack?

Ag flippit whatever the heck it is I just wonder how to beat them at their own game. I don’t want to anticipate getting sick this time of year every year for the rest of my life….I thought that I was living a pretty healthy lifestyle lately, so what else should be done? Well off to the doc I go….

…to us! 13 July will always be etched into our minds as being the day…that we got all dressed up and paraded in front of 80 people ;p LOL! Something like that. I think back reflecting on all the craziness that went into planning the wedding. It took a full 6 months of crying, stressing, pulling hair out, fighting, planning, organising….the list goes on, just for one day. It seems crazy now…but I must admit I loved wearing that dress and would love to wear it again! Every year I say I will at least wear my tiara the whole day … but normal life kicks in and I’ve never done it.

So we are standing on 3 years at the moment and we wonder where the time has gone. As with life every year has brought new challenges, new adventures and new lessons. I can gladly say that year 3 was most probably the one that was most profound in all 3 those areas. We finally clicked what the “big idea” was all about and now contently understand the importance of communication and how something so small could save a whole marriage.

All in all we have realised that we are meant to be together…forever…even though at times it may be difficult to remember that. We are fighters. Go big or go home. Never say die. Friends with benefits….

May the road ahead be adventurous and fun…

…this past week has tested us tremendously. Our youngest furling became deadly sick and we were given no hope from the vet. It was extremely traumatic…key word….WAS!!! We can thankfully say that Lola is back home with us recovering beyond our belief.

Four days after she was spayed she stopped eating and her health progressively deteriated. Fortunately being at home with them always we could pick up immediately that something was wrong. We got her to our vet immediately and he assumed that it was just related to the surgery. But she got worse and 2 days after that she couldn’t contain her bowls and it was grossly foul smelling and very dark which indicates blood. Our usual vet was away and we had to wait 5 hours holding our very sickly pup before anyone could see her. Once we got to vet he just kept saying she wasn’t going to make it we mustn’t get our hopes up and we broke down. He said she has Parvo – the deadliest canine disease on the planet.

Twice a day we would take the extremely long and silent drive to go visit with her. It was very tough on us but more so on her. She was all alone in a little cell.  We thought we were in for weeks on end of driving in to visit with her and praying. Boy oh boy did we pray. Thankfully we had help from friends and family too. By Friday she was able to move around a bit more and whimpered and tail wagged more. But the vet still hadn’t hope for her. Miraculously by that same afternoon she had done so well that he was forced to change his tune and by Saturday morning we took her home.

The recovery process was still intense but we were just so glad to have her home. Every 2 hours we would have to make sure she eats or drinks something to build her strength up. We can happily say that yesterday she is already strong enough to walk around the yard and try a little race with her brothers. It’s going to take a long time though for her to begin to trust people again, her time at the vet wasn’t the most pleasant experience and she doesn’t want us to leave her site for a second.

She is home. That is all that matters. And we are extremely grateful and thankful and blessed that we have our little miracle back.