Curveball

Written by on February 25, 2014 in The Comfort Zone Project - 8 Comments

It’s Sunday night, and I’m in my bedroom, getting ready for bed. I look down at my teak wood floor and see Mr. Lucky, laying on the ground.

Odd, since that isn’t his normal behavior.

I scoop him into my arms and place him on the bed. He tucks his little orange and white paws under his body, and lays his head flat against my mattress.

Something isn’t right.

I try to cajole him … but he is listless.

Something is wrong.

Lucky and Penelope

Penelope and Lucky snuggle together — pre being sick

Panicked, I call my boss and tell her. She refers me to a 24-hour emergency vet. Then, I call my friend, Ae, and ask her to please take me. It is 11 p.m., but she agrees.

As I am preparing him for his ride, I look into the litter box. Blood. Poop covered in blood.

No. No. No. No. Please. No. Something is very, very wrong.

My little rescue cat, with four lives already gone, is now pooping blood and not really moving. Tears fall from my face and when Ae arrives and we drive to the vet, I can feel the dread beginning to sweep in.

Just hours earlier, I had walked from my house to the gym, about a 45-minute walk. Then, I did 20 more minutes of cardio and a grueling 90-minute yoga session which resulted in my hair being plastered to my face. And now? Now I am bordering on a complete breakdown as I cradle Lucky in my arms and the vet tells me he has distemper.

Hooked up to an IV, I leave him for the night. Feeling hopeless. Helpless. Devastated at the complete turn of events in such a short amount of time.

The next morning, I walk to the clinic, about a 30-minute walk, and go to see him. The doctor reports they gave him a tiny bite of food and he has not pooped or vomited blood since the night before. There’s something not right about this clinic though, so instead, I decide to take him to my normal vet, Dr. Nook.

Once again, Ae comes through and picks me and Lucky up, takes me home to get my other cat to make sure she does not have distemper, and then takes all of us to Dr. Nook’s.

After an examination of Lucky, she runs another test and he doesn’t have distemper, but thinks he has another highly contagious virus. She escorts us out, instructing Ae to take me to Tesco and get bleach and for me to disinfect my house.

I go through the morning in a daze. I barely eat. I clean like I have never cleaned before. At night, I return to the vet and take my other cat home (with a clean bill of health), and then try to eat dinner.

The next day, it is much of the same. I got to the vet two times — the second of which I am informed Lucky now has a fever and his white blood cell, red blood cell, platelets and hemoglobin have all dropped below an acceptable level and he is now being treated for blood parasites — and then dinner.

More daze. Even when I am sitting with Simon (who changed my life on the Adriatic years earlier) and his girlfriend, I can barely eat the pizza I normally love.

While Lucky is sick, I get sick. And, I skip my workouts because I am too sick, and too worried about Lucky and going to the vet every night to get his blood results and hold him. And, right now, all I need to do is eat comfort food.

Because in this moment, food is the only thing I can control.

I don’t think about the gym. I don’t think about my mission to not be the fat girl in Thailand or The Comfort Zone Project. All I think about is how worried I am about Lucky, how sick I am, and what the hell I can eat to make me feel better.

Dee's Fish N' Chips

The Fish ‘N Chips binge

I devour a pizza. I dump a bottle of malt vinegar over fish and chips. I inhale a chimichanga. But, I don’t do my normal escape route: I don’t get drunk. I have a glass of wine or a cocktail with dinner twice, but then it is over. And I let myself be in my reality. My stressed out reality. I want to feel, even though feeling in the moment is terrible and painful.

When I finally am able to bring Lucky home, my need to control everything begins to wane. My health begins to get better. I finally let myself breathe again.

While I skipped the gym last week, I didn’t give up. I didn’t let the week set me back to the point of quitting. Because I’m not quitting on The Comfort Zone Project. I am not quitting on me.

Back to Fitness Thailand

Yesterday, I returned to the gym and did 30 minutes of cardio, 20 minutes of legs and a 30-minute ab class, then had a healthy dinner, drank some water and went to bed.

It felt phenomenal. The endorphins that had been absent last week radiated through me.

Sure, it was a bad week. Yeah, I didn’t eat well. But, I didn’t go into old D mode and freak out, get drunk and cry. Instead, I allowed myself to be present. To feel what I was feeling. To do what I needed to do.

It’s back to game on this week.

I’d like to give a very special thank you to Dr. Nook and her team for saving Lucky’s life.

About the Author

Diana Edelman is a travel writer and expat currently residing in Chiang Mai, Thailand. In 2010 she quit her job in PR to go on a solo backpacking adventure and tackle her 30-Life-Crisis. After seven months abroad, journeying throughout Europe and Africa, she returned to America and relocated to Las Vegas. Following a year-long stint back in PR, she once again quit her job to follow her dreams; this time her journey took her to the elephants and Elephant Nature Park where she is involved with raising awareness about responsible elephant tourism. Recently, Diana was named a finalist in the Destinology Travel Bloggy Awards for travel writing. She has been a regular contributor to Viator and recently served as the Las Vegas contributor for OneTravel.com and CheapOair.com. Her work has appeared in print and online, including The Huffington Post, Matador Network, Travel + Escape, Vegas Seven, World Nomads and more.

8 Comments on "Curveball"

  1. Cyndie February 26, 2014 at 7:20 am · Reply

    You. Are. Awesome. So glad that Lucky is well, but congratulations on being present. Even more important, congratulations for being kind to yourself! You are worth every bit of hard work!

    • Diana February 27, 2014 at 3:11 am · Reply

      Thank you, Cyndie!! He is a good little cat — so kind and loving — I would have done everything in my power to help him recover. And now that he has recovered, it is time for me to get back to helping myself.

  2. Melissa @ Suitcase and Heels February 26, 2014 at 7:46 am · Reply

    I’m glad Lucky is ok. And yay for not giving up on yourself despite a tough week.

    • Diana February 27, 2014 at 3:10 am · Reply

      I am glad, too!! Thank you for the support. Melissa!!

  3. Sam February 27, 2014 at 1:21 am · Reply

    Glad to hear Mr. Lucky is okay! And good for you for handling your tough week in stride! I hear ya on those exercise endorphins… sometimes I have to drag myself to my karate classes, but I always feel better after! Never fails :) Keep going… you can do it!

    • Diana February 27, 2014 at 3:09 am · Reply

      Thank you, Sam!! It is amazing how much better I feel when I know I am doing something completely for ME. And, thank you for the kind words about Lucky. It was a tough week and I am so happy he recovered.

  4. Tawny of Captain and Clark February 27, 2014 at 2:59 pm · Reply

    I’m so glad to hear that Lucky is doing alright. I can’t imagine how I would cope if I went through that with our little Ares. Sometimes life throws you curve balls and you do what you have to do in order to adapt and survive. Don’t let the comfort food weigh on you. So proud of you for going back to the gym and taking the time to do what’s right for you. Keeping Mr. Lucky in our prayers!

    • Diana February 27, 2014 at 11:05 pm · Reply

      Thank you, Tawny!! I am so glad he is OK now, too. He’s so my little baby. I rescued him when he could fit in the palm of my hand. Thank you so much for your support! <3

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