Supercat

Today I handed over payment for the surgeon's costs.  I still have to pay several thousand to the hospital, and I found out the pulmonologist is going to be "roughly $500 for the initial appointment."  Initial?!  At $500 a pop, that better be the only pulmonary appointment I have.  Ugh.

Anyway, when I handed over the check at the surgeon's office, I wanted there to be bells ringing, or some kind of fireworks display; something signifying THIS IS IT!  I'M DOING IT!  This is a big freaking deal for me.  I'm not rich.  I'm a full-time student who has struggled to pay rent my whole life, and this surgery is costing me every penny I've saved.  Plus a little more which is going to come from somewhere yet to be determined... the heavens, maybe?  This is the most expensive thing I've ever purchased, but I'm looking at it like this:

I'm buying my life.  I'm buying my happiness (or getting closer to it).  I'm buying my health, and I'm buying energy so I can make those other things happen.  I'd rather have any single one of those things instead of a new car, or my own place, or a trip to Italy, or a trip to the moon, etc. etc.

So when I handed over this check I wanted it to be a momentous occasion.  I wanted to have deep profound thoughts about it, and everyone in the doctor's office to look at me with reverence.  Instead, we were all distracted by this story on the news of this amazing little cat who was lost but walked 200 miles to get home.  She followed the Interstate and kept the ocean to her left!!  AMAZING LITTLE CAT!  I don't even remember giving them the check.  All I could think about was this poor cat's blistered paws, and if this Supercat could walk 200 for her life, I could go to the gym everyday and be happy about it.