Adventures of the Crazy Cat Ladies

A year ago I was running half marathons. Today I’m using a walker to get around. I want to cry in frustration but I just tell myself I will get better, I will recover. I will hike again. I will run again.

Meanwhile, here I sit in a hospital bed, two hours from my home, missing my boyfriend and my pets and glaring at hospital food.

And wondering what I did to deserve to be best friends with a crazy cat lady for two days.

All my friends would probably say I deserve this, as a cat lady myself.

 I swear to God I am so fed up listening to this lady who is my roommate talk on speaker phone on her iPhone to everyone she knows about her cats.

And I’m a cat person!

What worries me is I feel like she is me in thirty five years.

Except for I don’t smoke and I don’t sound like Stevie Nicks.

She looks and sounds just like the actress Jan Hooks when she played Jenna’s mom on 30 Rock. Two days of this was about all I could take. I was counting down the hours until I would be released from this prison, I mean hospital..

I’m beginning to feel like they quarantine all of us mountain people together.

And it’s hard to run away from a crazy when you can barely scoot around using a walker like an eighty year woman.

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