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Copyright Evelyn Hively, 2014
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January 10th, 2012
I think I've gone through a full bottle of Tylenol in three weeks. Between my hip reacting to the sudden drop in the weather and massive headaches at least once a week, I'm shocked I don't have a toxic amount built up into my system yet let alone that the stuff still works for me. Spirit World wise even the dragon that's been hanging out seems agitated. Yes dear poor sap who got stuck reading my journal, I said a dragon. Her name translates to Katana from what she tells me. She's okay with just Kat.
Mace has stopped turning into a giant ball of anger fluff finally whenever I am crocheting and the yarn makes a weird sound as it slides across the edge of the plastic tubs I keep it in. Which is a good thing as she still has her claws and I'm tired of putting band aids on my thighs.
- Entry from Lacy's Journal
Lacy wiped the tears from her face. Another pounding headache had woken her early that day after she had a particularly bad night and wasn't able to get to sleep until around four a.m.. The headache had come knocking at five a.m.. She managed to get down the stairs without killing herself, and get something taken but getting back up to her bedroom was out of the question. She had curled up onto the futon that doubled as her couch, and kept herself close to the end near the fire. Headaches, she was certain were one of the few that would bring any adult to their knees if intense enough.
Her crying intensified as the pain began swelling again. She reached for the roll of toilet paper that she had brought out with her to futon and tore off several pieces. She started stuffing them up her nose and not a moment too soon as a familiar stabbing sensation occurred. Lacy sank back into the futon. She didn't understand it. Sometimes the headaches went away on their own, other times her nose decided it wanted to just explode. Either way, the pain was gone finally. Mace stuck her head back around the corner and glared at Lacy.
Lacy just shook her head. There were some things that a cat was just not going to understand. The nose bleed lasted several seconds longer than normal. She waited until it had stopped fully before carefully standing up and heading into the kitchen. She glanced up to find Kat peering in the window at her. Lacy just about jumped back over the counter to the futon.
"Damnit Kat," Lacy managed around the wad of paper product in her nose.
I thought you were used to be able to see me by now, Kat's voice lilted through her head. Lacy shook her head slowly, careful not to knock anything loose from her nose.
"I'm still not certain you're real and not just a hallucination from my very fucked up subconscious," Lacy told the moss green creature. Kat gave the woman a head bob, which Lacy took to mean 'point taken.'
What is it that you're doing now? Should you even be moving around?
Lacy smiled faintly.
"Well oh creature of indeterminate origin, I'm actually going to be making a small meal focusing mainly on proteins and irons. It'll help mitigate the effects of the blood loss."
Ah, I see. Smart.
"So I'm told."
Lacy pulled out a couple pieces of fish, fresh spinach and started eating some raisins. Kat settled down into a comfortable perch and watched her. She winced in sympathy when the girl slowly pulled the bloody paper from her nose and went a few shades paler. Lacy frowned at her frying fish and decided to just eat it plain. Anything spice wise stood a strong chance of aggravating her incredibly sensitive nose cavity. It was always best to do without on days like this one. Even if she messed up the fish, she would still have to be the one to eat it. Mace being the strange little cat that she was, disdained fish. She didn't even like tuna. Lacy had been glad that she had only bought the one can of the stuff. Mace trilled at her human as she sat down to eat.
"Yes mom, I will eat all of it even if it takes me an hour," Lacy teased her cat. Mace gave an approving meow back to her. Lacy shook her head.
"There are days I wonder if I'm imagining her interactions with me."
I would think that that is the least of your worries my dear.
Lacy glanced back up at the dragon as she started eating. Kat smiled. For the first time that day the glint was back in Lacy's eyes. Lacy started to work on her meal slowly as Kat nodded in satisfaction. Her skin tone was starting to return to normal again and the sick looking pallor that had been her appearance started to fade.
I'll be back later child. I have some work to do.
"Dragon's have jobs?"
Oh yes indeed dear. Spirit Side is the same as your side. We all have jobs and duties we've taken on. It'd be horribly boring otherwise, what with the only entertainment being silly humans.
With that the dragon took and flew out of sight over the trees that surrounded the cabin. Lacy looked around and sighed. Despite the fact Kat never came inside, it always felt emptier when she left. Lacy wasn't sure as to why.
"Maybe she's really not a figment of my imagination," she said to Mace. Mace just tilted her head to one side and started purring very loudly.