Mood: okay
Yes, I am still alive! Thank you for asking. I have been gardening and playing chauffeur to my daughter who goes to the doctor many times a month. I've enjoyed the gardening part of it and hated the driving. We've been going to the eating disorder's clinic and playing their game which really adds up to my daughter eating properly when she finally decides to do it. I understand how frustrating it must be for her. I can relate it towards smoking. When I quit finally there was that hurdle I had to get across, it must be the same for her. Frankly, I don't have an eating problem. I eat just fine, probably too well but I enjoy it just the same. My weight has always been a problem but when it gets to really bother me I know I have to eat less and exercise more. There is no secret pill or formula. Presently I have worked my knees into their gardening condition. I didn't think I would be able to this year because I have gained the pre-menopausal stomach that us fat women get. But I managed to crawl through the dirt and gave my neighbors a show that they'd never forget. HAH!! It was all worth it, my garden is spectacular. Every time I look at it I am in heaven. I also am finding things that I planted last year that I forgot I planted. I knew I planted them but forgot where I planted them. So, now I am keeping a gardening journal.
My dogs are doing better now too. My Eskimo, Fox has been diagnosed with hypo-thyroidism and will be on pills the rest of his life. But it explains his balding tail and haunches and his poor depressed demeaner. He's been on the pills for two weeks and already he is much happier. He even chased after a ball today. I am so happy to see that because he was such a happy dog before. The breed tends to be like that and when he started acting fatigued I thought he was just getting old, so I am glad there is an answer to his problems. My other dog, the Silky Terrier, Jing has to have surgery on Tues. the 24th. He has a growth on his front toe. They will remove it and biopsy it. If it is cancerous he will have to have the toe amputated. So, I am saying a doggy prayer that he doesn't have cancer. He just turned 13 and he is such a cute little fellow. Thankfully my dog, Sandy, who is a mixed breed is okay. It gets awfully expensive when things go wrong all at once. I was even considering finding another job. But I don't know when I could get away from watching my father. Maybe if my youngest daughter settles down I could work in the evening.
Right now she has started taking Clonodin. She was on Ritalin but it caused her to have a rapid heart rate so she had to discontinue it. The Clonodin makes her feel tired but that's actually a good thing. She is so wired in the evening that she gets out of control, so I only give it to her at night. Maybe this will work. If it doesn't, it doesn't. We are all through with school for this year and won't be starting back until September, so we will have until then to figure something out. Well, that's all for now. Hope you've all been well. Till next time.
