Posted by Dinah on September 13, 2007, at 11:07:35
In reply to Re: Where's Dinah? » Dinah, posted by muffled on September 13, 2007, at 10:39:40
My therapist wants me to call his breeder and see if she'll take him back. He's really adamant about it. Yet I can't help being encouraged by progress he's made. He's down to only one of the two handicapped dogs. And I can almost understand him. He ignores her when she's quiet but when she bounces off stuff and spins around, I think it makes him really anxious or predatory or something. But a lot of times we have great fun together.
I'm hoping when the vet clears him for long walks after his last shots that he'll get better because he won't have so darn much energy. Many vets don't have this restriction, I understand by talking to others. I don't recall mine having it years ago. Maybe I'll have to start them now, for our sanity.
It's affecting me, no doubt. There's also some stuff going on with my family that makes me feel like a liability to them. Everything I do makes things worse, and I'm trying to pull away from them so I don't hurt them more. I'm going to quit going places with them, and stop trying to talk to my son about anything but superficial stuff.
Then there's work.
I took a few too many pills last night, but not enough for an overdose. Just hte maximum for two different sorts of pills. I just needed a rest. I wanted to take more, but i didn't.
I'm not really ok. But sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm fine. Sometimes I'm great.
I don't think I'm real. Surely real people don't feel like this. I sometimes think I'm just a figment of someone's imagination or a character in someone else's book. An author who doesn't care much about continuity.
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