I think I've finally wrapped up the last bits and pieces from the car accident in June (I'll believe it when I actually have Geico's settlement check in hand.) I've survived another year (barely) of being overwhelmed at work due to lack of resources and additional supporting staff. I've had may wonderful comments and emails through the SenseHaven.com website and am looking forward to seeing it grow further in the new year. I even got the official go-ahead to participate in the misophonia fMRI study. (I'm sure I'll be counting down the days for that trip.)
Today I wanted to play catch-up with a lot of overdue writing: holiday cards, work responses, long overdue inquiries about family matters, and of course, trying to get closer to wrapping up my manuscript. Easier
How can he understand that his whines drive me crazy (and are the reasons why I literally walk out the door instead of trying to get any work done at home). I know I'm his soul "flock-mate," but there are some days that I wish he'd just knock it off and let me do my stuff around the apartment in peace. Don't get me wrong, I love the little guy to pieces. If he didn't do that one whining noise, everything would be perfect.
On the bright side though, his persistent whining does get me out of the apartment - even if it means going somewhere to sit in an isolated corner of a coffee house plugged into my loudest music just to be productive. After several hours, I head back to the apartment and although I might get a bit of a cold shoulder from the little guy (either that or he'll start yelling at me the second he hears my key entering the lock), in a few minutes he's back to nuzzling in my cheek, and all is well again with him trying to steal bites from whatever I'm trying to eat (don't even think of trying to unwrap a Baby Bel cheese wheel near him He'll try to get a piece by any means possible)...
Despite his annoying whining tendencies now and then, he's very good at knowing when I've had a rough day and need a cute fluffy face falling asleep in my cheek or him imitating my laugh to get me smiling and laughing back at him. He can tell when I'm upset about something - especially when I'm venting to someone over the phone. (He does get quite vocal when I'm speaking very excitedly on the phone.) As much as a cat may be a more ideal (quiet) companion for someone with misophonia, given my major allergies to cats, that was never going to happen and to be honest, putting aside an occasional whine from my little guy once every couple of weeks, he's my little buddy and I wouldn't have it any other way!