fear

Jynx had to go to the vet this week. I wasn't there, but to hear about all the whining, screaming, hissing, and clawing reminded me how much he hates going to the vet.

Several years ago, I had to take Jynx in to the vet for a checkup. I dropped him off in the morning and picked him up that evening since they were going to sedate him to even do anything. When I picked him up, he was absolutely out of his mind with fear. It was like he didn't know who I was. I had to put gloves on to try to pick him up and transfer him from the vet's cage to my carrier. Try was the operative word. Even with gloves on, my hands were ripped to shreds.

Finally, one of the techs helped me put the carrier in one side of the cage so that all I had to do was scare Jynx into it. Jynx threw a fit all the way home. I couldn't believe how much he hated me.

Lately, my anxiety has been a little high for several reasons. Work has been a strain. I'm putting a lot of effort into my coin business. The one bright spot is that Shorts: A Collection of Stories is doing better than ever. Plus, I'm about done with a second collection of stories. Getting it out in the world also adds a bit of anxiety.

So, while I have much to fear right now, I try to tell myself that things will work out. Unfortunately, my subconscious won't listen to me. I wish my life was more stable, but it being a roller coaster is half of the fun. Too bad Jynx doesn't like roller coasters.