I met Kathleen Reynolds at Alpha Centauri, after we Cowboys got approval to poach from other units to make good our combat losses. She volunteered to join us, for reasons she did not share at the time, and proceeded to pass every test we gave her. Including showing me a thing or two about starfighter combat. It was one of the most enjoyable fighter duels I’ve ever engaged in. She showed me moves I didn’t know existed, and I still maintain I could have beaten her, but Charles called it after an hour of me chasing her score. She was fun to spar with, both with weapons and words, and it absolutely did not feel like an hour had gone by. I wanted her on my team so bad after that, and I guess she felt the same about me.
The American military tested their newest supersoldier serum on the Spittin’ Kittens after The War began. Kathleen Reynolds led them out on numerous combat operations over the next few months, and they soon proved that they could fight nearly as good as her. Their long campaign culminated in the tumultuous Battle of Fort Wichita, when she personally shot down six Shang fighters and organized one of the many flanking actions that eventually forced the Shang to retreat before they could destroy the orbital fort. That earned the Kittens a complete set of priority tech upgrades from the Peloran fleet, which Katy quickly took advantage of. She turned the Kittens into even more of a nuisance to both the Shang and the Chinese fleets from Earth to Alpha Centauri in the months that followed.
My mom is doing well. She is more tired than she likes some days, but she is enjoying reading and watching TV series again. She had a good birthday, and we had Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake to celebrate her living through another orbit around the Sun. I’m doing good as well. My pulled muscle is more a strain now, and all the other muscle groups are less annoyed with me now. Who would have known that couch surfing for a month or three would be bad for my health? Judging by the looks from my friends, I think I must be the only one who didn’t think that. I’m still tag teaming Tylenol and Ibuprofen every six hours, but it no longer hurts to exist and I’m moving as normal once more. Carefully. I even did some limited yard work over the weekend. Carefully.
So, I pulled a muscle today. Was doing one thing, and a totally different muscle in my chest gave way. My first thought was, “Thank God it’s just a muscle.” It had been hurting all day and I was starting to wonder if it was serious. My second thought was “Oh God it hurts.” Not kidding. On a scale of 0 to 5 broken ribs, this hurt more. It was agony. It was nearing “man with cold” on the universe ending scale. It hurt to breathe. It hurt not to breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt not to move. My life was one unending spectrum of hurt. Now my mom has some pain pills right now. Including one that is “take one for pain once every four hours, and if you need it more than, you need to go to the emergency room” level of painkiller. But it would be wrong and possibly illegal for me to take those, so long story short, Tylenol and Ibuprofen are wonder drugs that have made me the new man I am today. 🙂
There are good days and bad days. Sometimes we push ourselves beyond our limits and just have to stop. Sometimes there are small things that tell you things are getting better. Mom just told me that she can read books again. She hasn’t been able to read for months, because she can’t maintain focus. She will read a paragraph, and have no idea what she read. Now she can sit down and read a book again and remember it. She can sit down and watch a TV series she hasn’t seen in months because she couldn’t concentrate on it. Sometimes it is the little things that are enormous.
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