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Beau Wann, Jr.
Thank you TJ and Kay et al. Sorry for the Pity party Rant, if not for all my Waltrip brothers and sisters in Christ, I Would'nt have gotten this far.. A shrink came by the room last week because I was anxious and depressed and wasnt sleeping, Duh, you think? she said there was a drug for ptsd and cranal trama, and the aforemention probs that I could use.
Dont remember the name of it, but that stuff was bad news to me. I was actually looking farword to having a good night sleep and maybe a few less anxious and depressing moments That would have been a blessing, but as things go, that didnt happen, duh. Instead I had nightmare about bein in the middle of a battle, which of course I am, but this one had bullets hiting the bed all around me and Diane, I saw and felt the bed being hit by round afer round, saw it jumping and felt it moving, Saw Diane being bounced along with it ,She said she didnt feel or notice anything be me moaining and groaning and me moving about,
This was the second nite of the "hell drug", third nite was the same, The first nite was even more scarier, We had takled of going home on Saterday, so that was stuck in my brainless brain. They gave it to me too early, and I payed the price for that one. I woke up about midnight and I was daszed and cornfused. I thought I was at home, but saw all the Mda signs everywhere, as well as the en suite bath roon. I kept asking Diane how she managed to move my room and bathroom as well, to the hill, How did she hook up the plumbing , she kept telling me that were still at MDA, and I kept telling her, "but we were suppose to go home," "and we are, today as soom as we are released by the docs," being perceptive,but mentally channenged I just knew there would a snag, lats time it was blood presser
I was worried about Little Miss, and her finind a seam in the inbetween of moving the hospital room to the house and getting injured or lost, cats and me get allong because of perception. now if a cat perceives there is an avenue of adventure as opposed to the hum drum of domestic life, Which now doesnt seen so bad, in fact quite attractive, the cat will take whaterver measeurs to have fun like I useta be. However, and aint there always a "however"? Perception seeems stumble over life, or vice a ma versa, yeah, that's Eyetrailan for OMG.
As much as I tried to understand about us not bein at home and Little Miss was safe, Diane just could not get through to tghe brain that wouldnt dye, but it was dyed, pink, I was in a panic because LM would be lost in a "worm hole", sort of like I am now. and I dsidnt want them to give me that drug or any drub to calm down. I was afeared for my Little Miss, aand as much as I am afeared for my little kittly friend, I would tackle the devil, to make sure she was safe. somehow methinks the devil had takkelecd me with and illelgle " tackled", you know how the devil is, "mean natsy, durty low down shiiffless skonk" .
At this moment, Little Miss is sitting in ma lap batting at my finkers tippy tappin on the keyboard. It' is 69 morning, and I'm gonna go walk in the the sun and the dew with Diane and the girls...I'll be back, fair warning.
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