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Okay, so I suppose after... *checks* six months, I should probably say something. The truth is, I can't explain the first three months without an update. Call it writer's block, call it laziness, but I just couldn't bring myself to bust out another chapter of Sex Magic. Nothing felt right when I tried to sit down and force myself to write something, anything. So, there you go.
The last three months, however, I haven't even tried to write anything. And there's a reason why. One of my rats and I went through a horribly traumatic event together. I sat on her. I had the rats out for their usual daily play time, and I am always SO VERY careful about where I put my feet, where I sit, but this one time I looked over and saw the girls on the other end of the room and figured I was safe. In the two seconds it took for my butt to hit the floor, Gracie had gotten right under me.
Long story short, it didn't kill her, but she had a massive hernia that has required two repairs and caused all sorts of complications over the last three months. From busted stitches, to areas that have re-defected, to abcesses and now a tumor that needs to be removed. Next week will be her third surgery.
Basically, this has required a lot of my time, energy and finances. Not to mention the emotional roller coaster I've been on since July dealing with my guilt over hurting my poor, sweet baby girl. I apologize for the extreme delay in updates, but honestly some days it has been difficult just to drag myself to work and classes. I know that may sound extreme to some of you, but I'm sure the pet owners will understand the kind of psychological trauma that near-killing your own pet can cause.
So, cross your fingers for Gracie to pull through this third and hopefully last surgery with as much strength and patience as she has the previous two.
The last three months, however, I haven't even tried to write anything. And there's a reason why. One of my rats and I went through a horribly traumatic event together. I sat on her. I had the rats out for their usual daily play time, and I am always SO VERY careful about where I put my feet, where I sit, but this one time I looked over and saw the girls on the other end of the room and figured I was safe. In the two seconds it took for my butt to hit the floor, Gracie had gotten right under me.
Long story short, it didn't kill her, but she had a massive hernia that has required two repairs and caused all sorts of complications over the last three months. From busted stitches, to areas that have re-defected, to abcesses and now a tumor that needs to be removed. Next week will be her third surgery.
Basically, this has required a lot of my time, energy and finances. Not to mention the emotional roller coaster I've been on since July dealing with my guilt over hurting my poor, sweet baby girl. I apologize for the extreme delay in updates, but honestly some days it has been difficult just to drag myself to work and classes. I know that may sound extreme to some of you, but I'm sure the pet owners will understand the kind of psychological trauma that near-killing your own pet can cause.
So, cross your fingers for Gracie to pull through this third and hopefully last surgery with as much strength and patience as she has the previous two.