32 posts tagged “gigi”
I've been struggling with my depression for a while now. I think I may need to see my therapist again. I'm going to wait a week or so more to see how I'm doing. In the meantime, I'm going to up one of my meds (don't worry, it's a level I tried before with doctor supervision, but the tinnitus drove me nuts) to see if that helps. I'll get a white noise machine if I need to this time.
Last Wednesday, as Gigi and I came back to the house after our evening walk, we met a guy walking toward us on the other side of the street. He asked me if she was my dog (um, on a leash dude) and called her to come to him. We were right at the house, so I didn't really think of him as anything more than a guy I passed walking and went inside.
But then he walked back and forth in front of my house a couple times and stood on the corner (I'm second house from corner). After about 15 minutes of walking and standing, I called the non-emergency police line and within minutes they had a squad car driving down the street. Another minute or two and there was another on the side street. I didn't see if they chatted with him, or what, but that night I was really freaked out. I couldn't get past the way he asked about Gigi and called her to cross the street to him (she didn't, thank God, she'll usually go to anyone).
I don't freak out easily. The night of the robbery I slept here with the broken window. But that night I felt afraid. I couldn't sleep until I finally decided I would stay home the next day. I felt so much anxiety about leaving her alone. I know that I overreacted. But even Friday morning I asked if I could leave her with mom on my way to work.
I visited the local police substation, but unless they arrested him there will be no report. If I'd left my name and number, the responding officer would've called me back. They didn't ask for my info when I called and I didn't really think about it.
Anyway, just an example of setting my anxiety haywire (yes, I know there is a necessary level of just being on my guard to the story). People not talking to me. The tone in someone's voice. I know that overall I'm not responding to things like my normal self. My normal, medicated self, anyway.
Well, yes, I suppose I am. But, really, what is age? And when someone is in need of comfort, does it really matter who or what provides it?
I've slept with Schlep for about seven years. I got him when I was in the depths of my depression. I just felt like I needed something to hold. A security blanket of sorts.
Trust me, I felt a little silly. But Schlep got me through some really rough nights.
And now? He's more of a habit. An arm pillow of sorts.
Gigi was very threatened by him for a long time. Now she knows she's alpha dog around here, so even she sleeps on him sometimes. It makes me smile.
Each night I sleep with four pillows, a dog, a cat and a teddy bear on my full-size bed.
Cory usually sleeps near my feet. Sometimes on my ankles. Yes, on. Sometimes I wake up in the exact position I fell asleep in. I'm pretty sure it's because my subconscience doesn't want to disturb her.
Gigi moves around. If I'm on my side, she's up against my back. If I'm on my back, she's on the pillow.
Except for lately. I usually sleep with two of the pillows under my knees when I am on my back. She's taken to sleeping on my groin. Yes, "down there."
You know how dogs often circle around before they lay down? Inevitably that's when I figure out my bladder needs emptying.
This is a relatively new position for her. I've been thinking about the "why?" to her change and decided she's probably just protecting me from my "back massager."
Good gravy am I ever glad this week is over.
Neighbor was moved into a skilled nursing facility late last night. She has to be on antibiotics for four weeks for the MRSA. She seems to be doing ok (the dementia helps with that). Her kids? Not so much.
Chemo started this week for my friend. It wasn't until the third day that she started feeling puny. It sounds like right now she is really pukey.
Mom gets another shot next week. I sure hope another one will help even more. I think she's shown good strides in improvement. The leg cramps are still around and she equates that with not doing well, not matter how many times I tell her the two issues are not related.
Gigi is doing better. Still not eating much. Just not quite back to her perky self. The brownie she ate was huge. I had to cut what I ate into bite sizes with a knife and fork. Her heart rate was 200 and her temp was 102.7. Even though I am broke because of it, I am still so glad that she woke me up.
I am off this week and am so hoping to have a reprieve from everything. My goal was to get the house more organized and now I'm two days behind. I'm not going to get too wound up about it and just do what I can.
She's going to be ok. She's at our regular vet now for the day. I'm going to take a nap.
I discovered at 11:30pm that Gigi ate a brownie I'd left on a low table when I unloaded my purse before heading to the hospital. She seemed ok, so we went to bed.
She woke me up about 2:30am. I rushed her to the Emergency Vet. I've come home to get a credit card to pay for her care.
She could die. Pray for her please.
Gigi and Cory laid side-by-side on my ottoman. I was thrilled. That's never happened before. In close proximity, yes. Touching, never.
Later, I was sitting here, in front of my computer, which looks through my kitchen, out through the open door, into my back yard. They were again, sitting side-by-side, looking out the door, at the possum, sitting on the stairs, staring back at them.
But I know she loves it.
