I got the good side of things
Left you with both of the rings
My fingers danced and swayed in the breeze
The change in the wind took you down to your knees
I got the good side of you
Send it out into the blue
The people danced to the sound of your heart
The world sang along to it falling apart
But I sympathize, and I recognize
And baby, I apologize
That I got the good side
The good side of things
I got the good side of life
Traveled the universe twice
So many thoughts I wanted to share
But I didn't call because it wouldn't be fair
Then I got the good side of new
Found arms to fall right into
I know how it looked, it wasn't the plan
And some day I hope that you'll understand
That I sympathize, and I recognize
Baby, I apologize
That I got the good side
The good side of things
I'm sure we'll meet in the spring
And catch up on everything
I'll say I'm proud of all that you've done
You taught me the ropes, and you taught me to love
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Ten years from now.
Pulling an all-nighter for two days in a row was not exactly what I had planned when I imagined an older me. But somehow, I'm not as tired as I thought I'b be. I guess that staying up to care for a cat in critical condition gave me the energy for 37 hours straight of going up and down changing bandages, making sure its vitals don't drop, and administrating antibiotics to keep its open wounds from getting infected; all these being things I learned in college when I was studying to become a vet.
I wake up, startled. I look frantically at the watch and realize I had fallen asleep for almost an hour. I get out of the couch I had sunk in and kneel down, next to a cage. Inside of it was a cat, wrapped in a warm blanket, snoring and sleeping peacefully. It seemed fine - its bandages were a little loose, but I decided to wait a while before changing them. I did not want to wake up the cat, which had barely slept for three days - coming in and out for the operation room, regaining consciousness after the anesthesia wore off, and being constantly moved by me and a trainee to change its bandages and put an intravenous drip for it to recover from dehydration.
I am satisfied with the cat's condition and decide to get some coffee. Silently, I slip out of the recovery room. When I reach the hallway, I sigh and suddenly a huge wave of exhaustion hits me. I do my best to keep myself up. I drink three cups of coffee and look for a bock to read at the kitchenette in the veterinary. Only one of the four cabinets has actual edible food, two of them have animal food, and the last one has books, photos, and other random items people bring and have left behind. I grab a yearbook from when I graduated junior high.
I was only fifteen at the time, so my memories are quite childish. But I smile at the thought that even then, ten years ago, I was so sure of what I wanted to become, what I wanted to do with my life. I had always been asked what my plans for the future were, and I felt so blessed to be able to say, without a trace of hesitation in my voice, that I wanted to become a vet. I knew I was lucky to be so sure of myself because many of my classmates had only a vague idea, or no idea at all. So when I entered high school, I set myself that goal, and begun the path by volunteering at veterinaries around the city while studying.
I laugh out loud, thinking of where that got me, The experience I gained during those three years helped me enormously, for I knew what to do and expect when I finally entered college. I had had a couple casual relationships during high school, but nothing serious. It was only during my second year in college that I met a guy who was like me. Our passion to help animals was something that tied us together. We were very different, so we argued a lot at the beginning. But somehow all that arguing turned into a relationship, and now after six years, we were on a point were we wanted to spend our lives together. We had two dreams as a couple, having a happy and loving family and helping animals. Helping animals in the city, the state, the country - the more animals we could help, the better.
Yes, we are engaged, but we have postponed it because, who has the time and money to get married when you are working full-time as a vet in an animal clinic and adoption center, and if you have quite a few animals of your own to care for?
That's where most of our money goes to. We don't live in a fancy house, nor de we have an amazing, brand new car, but we are happy. Just like this. And, I don't really need any of that. I like simple things.
I look at my cell phone, and decide it's time to go back and check the cat's condition. As soon as I enter the recovery room, my cell phone rings. I try to pick up quickly so the sound does not wake up the cat, but I fail. I hear a faint meow muffled by the blanket. I crouch next to the cage and start petting the cat, which instantly starts purring, as I bring the cell phone to my ear.
''Hi honey, you're still awake?'' a rough, low voice asks.
''Yeah,'' I somehow manage to say as I yawn. ''I couldn't leave this little fellow alone.''
''Are you alone? Where's the trainee?'' he asks, sounding a bit worried.
''Ena? I sent her home ages ago.'' My empty stomach growls. I guess coffee was not enough to fill it.
''Is that so? ...'' he stops just when my stomach makes that weird noise. I hear a light chuckle. ''Ha ha. I don't get how you can be such a glutton.''
''Hey!'' I loudly say as I pout. ''Well, I'm sorry, but I have not eaten since lunch time ...''
''Then wait for me, I will go there and bring you something nice to eat. I'm guessing you probably want something sweet, right?'' he asks, without waiting for an answer. ''Don't fall asleep.'' I could already hear the sound of his car keys.
He hangs up, and I look down at the cat, which has fallen asleep again. I lean in the couch and smile. I'm so happy right now.
I wake up, startled. I look frantically at the watch and realize I had fallen asleep for almost an hour. I get out of the couch I had sunk in and kneel down, next to a cage. Inside of it was a cat, wrapped in a warm blanket, snoring and sleeping peacefully. It seemed fine - its bandages were a little loose, but I decided to wait a while before changing them. I did not want to wake up the cat, which had barely slept for three days - coming in and out for the operation room, regaining consciousness after the anesthesia wore off, and being constantly moved by me and a trainee to change its bandages and put an intravenous drip for it to recover from dehydration.
I am satisfied with the cat's condition and decide to get some coffee. Silently, I slip out of the recovery room. When I reach the hallway, I sigh and suddenly a huge wave of exhaustion hits me. I do my best to keep myself up. I drink three cups of coffee and look for a bock to read at the kitchenette in the veterinary. Only one of the four cabinets has actual edible food, two of them have animal food, and the last one has books, photos, and other random items people bring and have left behind. I grab a yearbook from when I graduated junior high.
I was only fifteen at the time, so my memories are quite childish. But I smile at the thought that even then, ten years ago, I was so sure of what I wanted to become, what I wanted to do with my life. I had always been asked what my plans for the future were, and I felt so blessed to be able to say, without a trace of hesitation in my voice, that I wanted to become a vet. I knew I was lucky to be so sure of myself because many of my classmates had only a vague idea, or no idea at all. So when I entered high school, I set myself that goal, and begun the path by volunteering at veterinaries around the city while studying.
I laugh out loud, thinking of where that got me, The experience I gained during those three years helped me enormously, for I knew what to do and expect when I finally entered college. I had had a couple casual relationships during high school, but nothing serious. It was only during my second year in college that I met a guy who was like me. Our passion to help animals was something that tied us together. We were very different, so we argued a lot at the beginning. But somehow all that arguing turned into a relationship, and now after six years, we were on a point were we wanted to spend our lives together. We had two dreams as a couple, having a happy and loving family and helping animals. Helping animals in the city, the state, the country - the more animals we could help, the better.
Yes, we are engaged, but we have postponed it because, who has the time and money to get married when you are working full-time as a vet in an animal clinic and adoption center, and if you have quite a few animals of your own to care for?
That's where most of our money goes to. We don't live in a fancy house, nor de we have an amazing, brand new car, but we are happy. Just like this. And, I don't really need any of that. I like simple things.
I look at my cell phone, and decide it's time to go back and check the cat's condition. As soon as I enter the recovery room, my cell phone rings. I try to pick up quickly so the sound does not wake up the cat, but I fail. I hear a faint meow muffled by the blanket. I crouch next to the cage and start petting the cat, which instantly starts purring, as I bring the cell phone to my ear.
''Hi honey, you're still awake?'' a rough, low voice asks.
''Yeah,'' I somehow manage to say as I yawn. ''I couldn't leave this little fellow alone.''
''Are you alone? Where's the trainee?'' he asks, sounding a bit worried.
''Ena? I sent her home ages ago.'' My empty stomach growls. I guess coffee was not enough to fill it.
''Is that so? ...'' he stops just when my stomach makes that weird noise. I hear a light chuckle. ''Ha ha. I don't get how you can be such a glutton.''
''Hey!'' I loudly say as I pout. ''Well, I'm sorry, but I have not eaten since lunch time ...''
''Then wait for me, I will go there and bring you something nice to eat. I'm guessing you probably want something sweet, right?'' he asks, without waiting for an answer. ''Don't fall asleep.'' I could already hear the sound of his car keys.
He hangs up, and I look down at the cat, which has fallen asleep again. I lean in the couch and smile. I'm so happy right now.
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