Maggie never ceases to surprise me. She has taken to our four mile a day walk instead of two with aplomb. I am trying more traditional weight loss methods instead of bulimia. This morning she grossed me out, though. There was a dead squirrel as flat as a Necco wafer in the road. She was determined to take it home. "But it's delicious!" you could almost see in those doe like brown eyes. I managed to wrestle it away without smelling of putrid squirrel.
Later this morning was mom's doctor's appointment. Her psychiatrist. I had offered to drive, but was secretly nervous about it. Could I go without one of my attacks? Well, I did fine, and it was good spending time with mom. She never ceases to amaze me with how well she does to manage her schizophrenia. A good role model. I want to emulate her.
2 comments:
I remember the time our ancient beagle appeared at the back door with a dead squirrel. He was SO proud of himself, but we had to take his "prize" away from him.
Ewww, I remember my cat bringing me a dead mouse as a gift.
This may sound weird to say but it's nice you have this connection with your mom. My daughters and I all have bipolar and in a way, we can all understand each other's issues because we live it, ya know what I mean?
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