During the fall, at the school carnival, my daughter opted (against our better wishes) to play one of the games where the ‘big’ prizes were goldfish. Needless to say, she and her friends played until they not only won one, but several. You can only imagine my slight frustration as I realized we had yet more mouths to feed and clean up after. Not to mention that goldfish are not tidy, are scavengers (in my opinion) and eat as often and as much as you give them and always appear to be begging for more.
Like anything, if there are breathing vessels living in your home, you will start to bond with them and even begin to care for them like a child which is exactly what happened with the new family members. Better yet, you find yourself caring for them like they were more than fish who should have a different standard of living than a human being.
So, when Granddaddy started floating upside down on his back and it became aggressively worse, we discovered he had Floating Fish Syndrome, which is also known as Swim Bladder. A fish can get this syndrome when it goes to the surface to grab all of the food and takes in too much air. It can also happen if there is not enough oxygen in the fish tank which prompts him to get better air from the surface. The challenge is, they become extremely bloated and unable to digest the food being provided or even expel it for that matter.
Most people know I’m kind of dramafied (made up word) and shouted, “Oh Lord, we have a sick fish and I need to get this baby well and better quick!” So, what did I do? Started researching how to make this poor fish better by putting him on a fast, feeding him skinned peas and placing him in water by himself as I simply could not bear to watch him suffer on his back because at one point, he literally could not turn over or do anything. It was a mess to say the least and it was starting to impact us emotionally (don’t laugh). It was at that point that I realized I was in love with some goldfish — what the heck!
Now, after about three days of intensive treatment, I had to discuss with my husband and children the possibility of letting Granddaddy pass on over to Glory/Fishland by peacefully praying for him and pressing gently on the toilet handle as he flushed away gently. However, we as a family made the decision to hold on a few more days to see if he would ‘miraculously’ get better and return to normal. Honestly, I was not expecting a turn-a-round as it was not looking good.
Eventually, we decided to return him to the tank with the other fish so he could enjoy their company (since they were best friends and all) as he should have an opportunity to enjoy his last few days (so I thought). We increased the oxygen in the tank, added a little conditioner, another treatment and some food. Within hours (literally), Granddaddy was showing signs of getting better. This itty bitty fish would not give up and I am most grateful that we did not give up on him. He was better and had me thinking, “It isn’t over until…”
So, this episode got me to thinking about the lesson we can learn from a fish (besides Nemo) and what came to me was that in life, we must continue to S.W.I.M.:
Speak encouraging words over yourself, no matter what the situation may feel like
Will yourself into a better state of mind by constantly replacing negative thoughts with positive thoughts
Insist that things can and will get better and believe it with every ounce of your being
Motivate yourself by any means necessary and know that sometimes, you may have to breathe while on your back
What small thing recently has taught you a BIG lesson? I would love to hear about it in the comments below.
Move Forward In Righteousness XOXO♥