i have no idea what is up with diablo. that bleeding sore on his head is not healing and now he has one on the back of his neck. the vet isn't sure what it is either but wanted us to watch him for anything even remotely resembling seizure activity because apparently some seizures present themselves as acts of self mutilation...i did not know this....and in the mean time apply topical antibiotic cream.
anyway...we have been watching and haven't seen a thing. i am thinking of changing his antibiotic cream to an antifungal just in case it had nothing to do with seizures and we are going after the wrong kind microbe and it is fungal instead of bacterial. i will call the vet today and ask her what she thinks.
i watched another sad movie last night...it was called "the duchess"...i could relate to the consignments of responsibility that can become a cage in how we are supposed to live. it sort of reminded me of the whole princess diana and charles tragic story. and it reminded me too of the things that i can't do or be either.....like....freaking normal.
i am consigned by my station in life to....utterly weird.
it is funny cuz the producer asked me yesterday how i would respond to the public perception that this is a bit whacky. i said, well it is whacky. and nicole in a conversation later last night took it one step further and said...yes, but we fully embrace the whackiness.
do your families think i have ruined you nic? mo? everyone else?
maybe i am just as much of a wierdo maker as a rescuer too?
i probably have alot to answer for that i haven't even considered.
ah well...whackiness likes company and only the truly deranged can change the world.
the reason for this is...normal folks think normal things. and if it is within the normalacy lines, nothing ever really changes.
the trick is to eventually make whacky the acceptable norm and that takes fine tuned lunacy to achieve.
my father is groaning in shame somewhere if in heaven he still thinks i am insane. his whackiness was marching with martin luther king in selma...and ordaining the first female anglican priest, and having a gay choir master for the church back when that orange juice family values fanatic was promoting gays as deviants. these things had purpose and value.
"women who invest all of their lives and money in saving animals are just trying to fill a hole"...gee thanks dad.
but here is my thought on this, that my dad might understand...my father was a humanist.
even if you believe like he did that animals are the bottom of the totem pole in the life on this earth....you have to have a good and solid caring base for the bottom to support the ones higher up. if that base is diseased, abused or neglected the whole top heavy human part is going to come falling down too...IF you care and have respect and compassion for the lowly, wouldn't you also care and have compassionate respect for the higher too?
dontcha think that might be true dad?
sometimes i miss my parents alot...i would like to have more conversations with them and ask them what they think now.