when welcome to night vale said: “Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I.”
Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.
The comments and tags on this post have been very sweet, I really love hearing about everyone’s cats. Feeling a little self-conscious because this drunken emotional outburst (seriously, I had a few drinks, looked at Lulu, and started crying and writing this) has been tagged as poetry a few times. Now I wish I could go back in time and edit it for flow and word choice, but it’s too late now…
I love taking care of pain crisis patients, the work requires a sort of dogged compassion and persistent cleverness that I find very satisfying and which I’m very good at, I’d say it’s for sure my area of expertise with nursing, but I like having like. One pain crisis patient. Tonight I have four, and they’re all scattered to the fucking winds as far apart on the floor as possible and they all got extra symptoms too that also require around the clock dosing, also we’re on that unit that isn’t a real med surg unit, so we’re constantly calling pharmacy to deliver such exotic meds as melatonin and lipitor. But. They’re all asleep now thank GOD so now I can chart literally anything Jesus Christ what the hell is beeping
I had fuckin four patients in 10/10 pain simultaneously at start of shift, and now they’re all comfortable and asleep and it only took nine hours, ten thousand steps, a million pages to a million different doctors, and so many heated blankets piled up on an old woman that I’m worried they might legally count as a restraint. I’m scheduling this post to go up after my shift is done so I don’t jinx anything but currently I’m feeling like the greatest nurse in the world
Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it’s the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
wanna see something that drives me up the walls insane
the creation…………..of adam………………………..
[id: A trans man lifting his shirt above his head, displaying his chest. His chest is tattooed with the hands of God and Adam from the Michaelangelo painting “The Creation of Adam”, which reach out to each other but don’t quite touch. The tattoo covers the faint scar from the man’s top surgery. end id.]
“Even in the extreme darkness of the most absolute human loneliness, we may hear a voice that calls us and find a hand that takes ours and leads us out. Human beings live because they are loved and can love; and if love even penetrated the realm of death, then life also even reached there. In the hour of supreme solitude, we shall never be alone: Passio Christi. Passio hominis.”
i romanticize mundane things ab life too much i was watching a lecture for my animal behavior class and the prof mentioned that songbirds migrate at night guided in direction by the stars and i had to take a moment and pause the vid like oh songbirds look at the stars……
I think you are doing life the correct way my friend you only learn songbirds look at stars once after all
