Well that escalated quickly…This was going to be one of
those stress release blogs, (I may write a few of these so beware) however I
expanded way too much on the following so I thought I’d better do this as a
separate blog. So this one will tie in with my next one when I refer to my
rough day or a basic “Kimmy Day”, as my family would call it. Yep, my family
name things after me. You might be thinking “oh that’s so sweet.” Uh-uh. Nope.
There is an expression in my family called “doing a Kimmy” whereby, if you do
something stupid or ditzy, or you forget to do something, you’re doing a Kimmy
or even if you say something stupid its also classed as doing a Kimmy. I
usually get at least one call a week from my beautiful mother telling me “I did
a Kimmy today, I left my handbag in the shopping trolley and drove away.” This
stems from my teenage years, where as a young girl I had never been on a farm
and used to refer to mustering as “cattling” (seems like a good fit) and then
there was that time where it rained cats and dogs and our newly built dam was
filling so we Dad, Scott and I decided to get in it at 10 o’clock at night
while Mum supervised. Needless to say it was very cold (even if it was in
January) and while walking through the water I said “We better get out, I don’t
want to get amnesia.” Turns out I already had amnesia seeing as the word I was
searching for was indeed “hypothermia.” Yep that’s a Kimmy. Even still today I
am basically useless as tits on a bull. I have quite a few moments throughout
my day where I just do flat out stupid things. For instance, I’ll be looking
for my phone absolutely everywhere and say to Mum “I’ve gotta go Mum, I can’t
find my phone anywhere!” and she will reply with “ahh that’s because you’re
talking to me on it you dill.” Yep that’s me in a nutshell, and before you ask,
yes I am naturally blonde, but apparently no amount of brown hair dye will
change the stereotype that fits me so well. This brings me to what a “Kimmy Day” is. The reason why it is called
this is because I have incredibly bad luck and always have. Not to the point
where I’m homeless or anything ridiculous like that, I just seem to have a lot
go wrong, so a typical Kimmy day is where I try my best to be positive and no
matter how hard I try, stupid little things go wrong. Here are just a few
occasions where you will think “yep that would only happen to Kimmy.” For
instance, I used to run our local Animal Rescue organisation and I was a foster
carer. We saved and rehomed A LOT of animals.” Here are two of my more
memorable moments fostering animals..First, I fostered a pregnant cat that came
from a workers camp from down the road that was formerly abused by workers at
said camp and also (we suspect) by previous owners, as it seems her tail has
been cut off half way. Anyway, she was due to go into labour any day and
quickly the day finally came. I did endless amounts of googling, which
reassured me that very rarely did cats have complications during labour. Boy
were they wrong! Yep, you guessed it, she required a caesarean, this would cost
$750 (money I didn’t exactly have) and being the sook and animal lover I am, I
couldn’t put her down. So I worked out a payment plan and she had the
caesarean. She had 3 kittens all up, but unfortunately 2 had passed away, but one
survived. Jaida stayed at the vets for the weekend and I came to pick her up on
Sunday afternoon. We had her in a cardboard box, and as the vet was carrying
her out to the car she decided to jump out and run into the bushes, leaving her
2 day old kitten to fend for herself. After half an hour of yelling out “here
kitty kitty”, the vet went and got her kelpie to chase her out of the waist
high grass, which was successful. Until she got a fright, as I grabbed her she
bit me on the hand as hard as she could. Needless to say a hospital visit was
required and I still have a scar on my hand that looks like a snake bite. Some
grateful cat hey! Funnily enough, we have now adopted her (she is a beautiful
cat, but apparently doesn’t like being chased by dogs, well not that dog
anyway). So that’s the first scenario. The second is where the pound man (whom
I worked with in rescuing animals, luckily for the town he is a huge animal
lover too) decided to drop off a litter of 5 kittens that were abandoned by
their mother at only 3 weeks old, which meant they needed to be bottle fed
every 4 hours and stimulated to go to the toilet (talk about dedication!). He
knew I would be happy to help the poor little things, they were all so loving
and so tiny, how could I say no? But they came absolutely riddled with fleas
and worms, so we bathed them and wormed them and they were all doing
wonderfully and we were lucky enough that none of them passed away. After about
2-3 weeks, I noticed some scabs on one of the kittens bellies, and thought it
must be a reaction to the fleas (yep the fleas were THAT bad) and even asked
the vets what they thought and they warned me that it may be ringworm but just
see how it goes. Well what do you know, about 2-3 days later I get a ring on my
shoulder, and another on my arm. So I went to the chemist and got some cream
and started applying it, and found out that the kittens couldn’t have any
treatment as they were far too young. We had to wait 2 weeks and order in some
special tablets for them. Funnily enough, ringworm is highly contagious, and
not much kills it either, other than a bucket load of Glen 20 and some very hot
mop water with Ajax floor cleaner, but until you treat everyone who has it, it
will keep cycling. All in all I ended up with 32 ring worms on me. Now before
you get extremely disgusted if you don’t know what a ringworm is, I will
explain. Ringworms are not worms at all, in fact they are a fungal infection of
the skin, very similar to tinea (which is also known as Athletes foot). They present
themselves as ring shaped sores on the body, and they are F***ing itchy!!! The
beauty of ringworm is that if you scratch one and then touch another part of
your body or somebody else, the ringworm will transfer (something I didn’t
learn until I was up to about 20 of the bloody things). So finally after a few
weeks of treatment (and of hubby having them also, just not as bad) the
ringworm was gone. Or so we thought. Turns out animals are carriers of ringworm
even after they have been treated. They wont get it again themselves, but can
pass it onto other animals and of course humans. We rehomed all of the kittens
not knowing this. One to my brother & his pregnant fiancé at the time (who
also took Jaida’s miracle kitten), one to our good friends and one to my
Husband’s sister. The rest found loving homes with people we didn’t know as
closely. Yes, they all got ringworm too, nowhere near as severely as I did, but
they all got at least 1 or 2. After that, we decided we could no longer foster
animals (also due to a few other reasons, the main one being I had spent over
$5000 on rescuing and rehoming animals and just simply couldn’t afford it
anymore and no one was willing to foster or help out with costs). So they are a
few Kimmy Moments. My next blog will have what is know as a typical “Kimmy Day”
so stay tuned for that!
Until then,
Much Love & Rainbows,
Kimberly
Xoxox
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