I am rather anxious today. I think it has to do with the medication(s) I am on at the moment. Doctor changed some medications, added some, did some other things put me back on medications I haven’t been on in a while…the same ol’ same ol’. Anti-Psychotic meds work wonders when they work, they’re amazing. When your mind doesn’t want them to work? Well, that’s when things become quite a problem. I hate to admit it, but life doesn’t always work the way we want it to work. What can I say? It’s a mess at times. There’s nothing wrong with that, but to say it’s not complex is a complete overhaul of whatever there is. Talk about a mixed bag of nuts. Someone doesn’t understand everything there is to understand about it all. If I wasn’t anxious, today would be a better day than it is. But, well I am so there’s nothing I can do about it. I wish there was…but there isn’t so I’ll just have to deal with whatever comes my way. Such a bummer if you think about it all. Nothing is ever cureable. Every...
Well Sammy's back to his normal tricks. Running around with three feet... switching off the back legs. (Don't ask me why he does this... all I know is he does it for kicks.) He doesn't like to jump down from couches much at the moment. Not sure why that is... his tummy might still be a little sensitive and is just afraid of jumping such large distances. If his ball is on the couch and he is on the floor... he'll just sit there and bark at it until we get it for him. Such a goofy dog. He did manage to get his ball off the dryer the other day... not sure how that happened. But one moment he was barking at the dryer, and the next moment he was running around with his yellow blinky ball. Good thing about those blinky balls, he's not been able to trash one yet.