I occasionally have these fits of depression. "Tell your psychiatrist," dad keeps telling me. "You have struggled with this for years - ever since you were a small child." By the time an appointment rolls around, I feel better so mums the word. I personally don't want to be put on any more medications. I equally hate experiencing these depressive fits so it's a Catch-22.
My dear little darling dog is playing hooky today. She's stretched out on the bed watching The Weather Channel. Normally, she would be spending her time watching and guarding for the countless pedestrians that walk the road in front of my house. I wish I was like her and could just sleep on a whim. I will occasionally walk into the room, sit down, pet Maggie, and see what the weather is doing. She can really put on a lackadaisical show as she stretches her body fully and looks content.
Helen's been over here cooking today. We are still trying to help mom with her diet. It is going to be another baked chicken day, but Helen is going to spice them up with some barbecue sauce. The smells coming from kitchen are currently heavenly.
I am super relieved I don't have to have surgery. I will still have to go twice a week for rehabilitation, though. Mom went today to buy me a watch so I will know what time to be at the hospital. "She did that so she won't have to take you," dad said, laughing.