Button, Button, Who’s Got The Button?

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I’m getting so bad about it, lately.  Master got me a call alert button a while back, because it has become a major necessity in our lives especially since I’m unable to drive.  Though, even if I could drive, I really couldn’t drive if I was having a medical emergency and I was home alone.  You can’t drive when you’re passed out, or passing out, or having something else go badly wrong so I guess whether I can drive or not doesn’t even matter really.

I started off with really good intentions to wear the damned button.  I don’t really dislike my button, per se.  I do feel a lot safer having it around.  There have been a couple of times when things have been serious and I have needed it but not had it.  I’m very grateful to have it even though (so far) I haven’t had to use it.

In the beginning I wore it the second I woke up until Master got home.  I also wore it if he left me at home alone for any reason.  You could see it in my pictures for my Daily Mew a lot, which kind of proves I was wearing it.  Master puts it right beside my kitty nest when he tucks me into it in the morning and when I get up, I’ve been kind of lax with it.

“Why put it on if it is right there and I can easily reach it?” I ask myself.

While my quality of life right now is pretty awful, I haven’t been to the emergency room in a few months, which is really good.  The high dose steroids don’t make me high functioning, but they do make me feel better than I was, and I’m no longer feeling “constantly a step away from an emergency room visit.”  That’s a good thing, but it’s also making me a bit complacent.

There’s also the matter of me being a bit of a clean freak.  I freely admit that the house is not spotless, though I do try my best to be the best DomestiKitty I can be.  While the house may not be in perfect shape, it isn’t dirty.  It has clutter (which I’m constantly working on when I feel up to it) but I keep things clean.  Meaning, you’re not going to come to my house and step in something sticky (gross) but you might see a stack of things on the coffee table (I’m working on it)!  One thing I’ve taken to with my button is taking it off and putting it down somewhere when I’m scrubbing things.  This seems a good plan to me at the time, because then I’m not getting it all covered in bubbles and soap and grime and dirt..  However, then I’m sometimes losing it in the house and Master will come home and ask me where it is that I put it.

Whoops.  We always find it, but I shouldn’t let it get that lost.  If I have to take it off, it should always be less than an arm’s length away or else it defeats the purpose.  I know this.  What if I put it down in the kitchen somewhere and I collapse in the bathroom?  What point is there to even having it then?

The only case this should be even remotely a problem is the one where I’m washing dishes or something, and trying to keep it clean.  And even then – the thing is waterproof so I really should just put it on and wear it.  Sometimes I will throw it over my shoulder while I scrub dishes to keep it from getting dirty so I don’t know why I don’t just do that more.

It’s kind of a weird thing.  Master bought me a special lanyard (Harry Potter!) so I’d want to wear it more, and I don’t hate it.  Yet, since I haven’t had to use it I have been feeling a bit reckless about it.  I know this isn’t good.  I’ve got to just put it on in the morning and leave it on until Master comes home.  Why tempt fate, Kitty?

 

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