#Journal of a slightly emotional, and a wee bit worried, Dutch Pixy
(Friday, 25/07/2025).
I didn't have the best night, and around 3:30, Bas left me, so there also weren't any snuggles to get while I was awake. I managed to get some sleep, but I didn't really succeed well enough. I was rather emotional, especially as the morning approached. Today, around 9:30, it had been exactly three weeks since we had to say goodbye to my sweetest gall. And I can still remember that moment like it happened ysterday, it's still very painful and brings me to tears.
I got up and prepared my breakfast. Mum was having hers as well. When we'd both finished, we took Basje out for a short walk together. After that, I relaxed a bit while writing for my blog and replying an email from a sweet friend. Before we had to go to Schijndel, for the memorial store, we had one more short walk with Bas, so he could do his thing and not need to do it while we were out.
The drive to the store went well, thanks to maps, and we found it without any issues. We were a bit early, but when we rang the bell, a nice, not too old, gentleman came and opened it for us. We had to go up one flight of stairs, but they were broad with a good rail, so I managed to get up without too much hassle. The gentleman offered us a drink, and when he and mum had some coffee, he went to business. He showed us the pendant, and explained the process of how he would add some bits of the ashes to the chamber in the back of the pendant. Then, I gave him the little bag of separated ashes, I held back some tears while I did, and he explained how he would separate some bigger bits, the whiter bone bits, to be added to the resin.
The whiter bits would stay better visible in the resin, as the "dusty" gray particles would only make the resin look more mirky. He used a sieve to separate some of the "best bits". Then he mixed the resin with the colored ink, and naturally I went with purple. When the resin had the right color, it went into the little ash chamber. The white ash bits were carefully added to it as well. Then, it had to dry under an ultra violet light. When it was done, it already looked beautiful. I was emotional, but also grateful, that things like this were even possible... The resin got topped with a protective layer, which had to dry as well. He asked about necklaces, and I told him that I was saving up for a suitable one in white gold, to fit with the pendant. He said that there was a special sort of silver, that as something added to it, that looked almost like white gold, color wise. He showed mum and me two types and one was really lovely. As I was at the max of my funds with the pendant, mum paid for the necklace, so that I could immediately wear the pendant.
We had paid and said goodbye to the gentleman. There was a supermarket around the corner. Mum and I got a few groceries, and then we headed back home again. All went well, and Bas was glad to see us. We did a short walk and then we had to wait for the parcel for mum to be delivered.
I was on the bed, with a cold pack, as the bruise/scar was "burning up" again, and feeling sore. When the parcel for mum finally came, and she tried it out, it was the wrong size. Apparently, mum had measured the smallest bit, not realizing that it also had to fit around the "wider" bits. So I had to start the proces of returning it. And mum measured again. They had one bigger size available, so I ordered that one for her. We'll be sending the smaller one back next Monday, so hopefully they will get it quickly and refund the money then.
Mum walked with Bas after all that, and when Bas had his supper, I started to make the meal for mum and myself. We watched Daredevil while we ate. Mum relaxed a bit after that, walked with Bas again, and then we watched Daredevil till bed time. I asked mum to check on the sore bit of my scar and there were still some threads "stuck" from the self dissolving sutures. As it's been three weeks now, we checked, and they should have been dissolved by now. So, mum and I figured that maybe, the thread isn't "dissolving" as it should, and maybe that is causing the extra pain and warmth in my leg. Mum will keep checking the bits over the weekend, and I will keep checking my temperature. If I get a fever, and/or if the wound starts looking worse, we'll need to call the weekend GP. If it stays the same as it is now, we'll call first thing Monday morning, as it needs to be looked at. Those threads need to come out. So fingers crossed that it won't get worse, and again on Monday, that we can get a quick appointment to get them to remove the last bits. Maybe that will make it all less sore/warm/painful, and I will be able to sleep better again... Loads of maybe's, so we just have to wait and see, and make the call when necessary.
Mum went to walk with Bas and I made sure everything was sorted for the night. When mum went upstairs, Bas went to check twice if she was staying there (because yesterday, she'd come down again when she'd forgotten something...). When he was satisfied that mum wasn't coming down, he joined me on my bed. We snuggled up best we could, and I managed to fall asleep and get three hours of sleep.
I woke up and needed the loo. After that, I struggled to get comfortable again, and I had some shorter snoozes. When mum came down and had walked a short bit with Bas, it was 7 am and time to get up. Mum was going to Nijmegen today, taking Bas back with her, unfortunately. So I would be alone for a few hours, as mum had to help dad with a few chores. So, I started my day, hoping that it would all go well...
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PS. for those interested in the ash pendant, they're not the best snaps, but they can be seen here: https://pixelfed.social/p/PixysSnaps/854357312518421602