Goodbye tax return, indeed. In the immortal words of Nick the Dick, "...and then some."
We consulted with the Veterinary Oncologist today: the most personable, easy-going health practicioner I have ever encountered, though that is neither here nor there. We will be proceeding to do a number of tests tomorrow to determine (to the best of technology's ability) whether the cancer is isolated in Saraki's back leg, or has reached other parts of her body. "Prognosis A," which is more likely , is if it is localized in the leg. We then will submit her to a battery of tests, then amputate the leg on Thursday. Final bill: about $3,500.
"Prognosis B," is...well, I'm not going to go down the road of Prognosis B unless I have to. We're just hoping we aren't looking at "Somebody Up There Hates My Pets, Or Me Part 3 which, given our history, wouldn't be all that surprising despite our current optimism.
Christ, our optimistism is reduced to spending $3,500 and chopping off the leg our our cat. Somebody up there really hates my pets, or me.
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Jesus.
Clearly that debaucherous lifestyle you lead is coming back to haunt you.
To those who say, it's all god's plan, I say, 'pick a different plan.'
Ever think about your financial situation, then want to just put your head in your hands and cry?
Thankfully, not in a number of years.
It doesn't consume me, but I'd be lying if I said it isn't a frequent source of bumming.
It is not God's plan to have you or your pets suffer. For a piece of mind nobody up there hates you. I have been reflecting upon your ordeals and I think that I have a good idea of how to tell you about it. I am still working on how exactly I am going to do that but expect a post in the near future in reguards to it.
If it has to do with me bringing troubles down upon myself because of my attachment to my pets, I've devised a theory for it already: "God is punishing Sharon & me for being saps."
If it has to do with me bringing troubles down upon myself because I don't make anything easy on myself, I agree.
Not sure what would be 'easy' in this case. Having no pets at all.
This seems like a directed bit of spite.
I can take a suggestion that I make things more difficult than they need to be through a lot of my lifestyle choices (ala the "ethical lifestyle" of earlier discussions), and maybe even that, for a guy that claims to not be driven by money, I sure seem to care a lot about my money troubles.
But if your post is going to start going down the road of the place pets can or should have in one's life, I'd say to reconsider making it. And if it's going to have anything to do with the role my faith (or lack therof) plays into my ordeals, I'd say to strongly reconsider making it. Not that I fear the discussion, but that I'm pretty convinced we simply would not see eye to eye in either case.
Nothing about your lifestyle should make things this difficult. Being an uber-responsible steward of the Earth invites an all out war on your pets?
Possibilites:
Angry vengeful god?
Not likely given the severity of your crimes, other than the blasphemy. Hypocrisy and out-right evil should outweigh that and most of those people don't seem to get punished.
Bad Karma?
A tougher thing to disprove logically. It does seem that while you may regret the person you were, earlier in this lifetime, he was certainly a net positive on the Karmic scale. Can never be sure what your mojo is up to when you're not looking however.
Random 'bad luck'?
Good luck and bad luck are dangerous concepts, as they really seem to flirt with a specific Karmic reality again, something many believers in luck may not want to wrap their arms around. The random part clears up that problem, as luck then becomes more of a probability issue. Bad dice rolling. That's my guess.
Happiness quotient?
Perhaps all the other joy in your life needs to be levelled out. That seems pretty universally shitty, and whoever thought that up sucks.
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