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That was me. I. Anyway, I ended up staying home from the Ride for Heart event this morning. Dar, Mark, and Q took off, and I fed the animals and puttered a bit. I did get a few short naps in between phone calls and sprinting to the bathroom. (May I just say that if you're looking for an effective diuretic, I highly recommend Lasix/Semide, 40mg. Just don't stray too far from a toilet for the first four hours, especially on a day with high humidity.)
In one of those naps I had a horrible dream that the alpacas were being attacked by a herd of wild . . . beagles. It sounds funny, but really - beagles are used on fox hunts; they know about running animals to ground. Anyway, I was fighting them off when the phone woke me up. I much prefer parts of my earlier dream where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misspamela, my friend Robin, and I were hanging out at a casino in Vegas when we got into a funny, casual conversation with both John Lennon and Paul McCartney. The not so funny part of the dream was that I showed up at this vacation(?) with only $20 Canadian on me and no way to pay my part of the bills. Aren't anxiety dreams a laugh riot?
We had a young raccoon in the yard yesterday out at the pond. Mark spotted him, and it did look like he/she was hunting for frogs, of which we have many. Many. Help yourself, raccoon. I tried to get a picture, but the critter was mostly obscured by the time I got back with my camera. Sigh. I haven't taken any pics in a long time, and I miss it. I've been too tired or too sore or too busy, but I've got to squeeze some time in there to get back to it. For whatever their quality, taking pictures makes me happy, and that's not something I should just shrug off.
Two more weeks of group therapy. We started off with 10 women and one man, but that quickly shrunk to the core group of six women. It's not what I was hoping for - it's pretty basic for those of us who have gone through one-on-one therapy before - but it has provided some helpful pointers, and I like the other women. I adore the social workers who run the group. I have a soft spot for social workers anyway. They're so earnest, and I don't mean that at all in a negative way. While I haven't found anything in group to help me specifically, I have found it fascinating to watch the social workers using their skills in dealing with the group dynamics. They excel at bringing the focus back to the group while still supporting the individual. I really enjoy watching pros do their stuff, regardless of what the stuff is. Unless, of course, it's being a professional pain in the ass, but even then I sometimes have to sit back and marvel.
In one of those naps I had a horrible dream that the alpacas were being attacked by a herd of wild . . . beagles. It sounds funny, but really - beagles are used on fox hunts; they know about running animals to ground. Anyway, I was fighting them off when the phone woke me up. I much prefer parts of my earlier dream where
misspamela, my friend Robin, and I were hanging out at a casino in Vegas when we got into a funny, casual conversation with both John Lennon and Paul McCartney. The not so funny part of the dream was that I showed up at this vacation(?) with only $20 Canadian on me and no way to pay my part of the bills. Aren't anxiety dreams a laugh riot?We had a young raccoon in the yard yesterday out at the pond. Mark spotted him, and it did look like he/she was hunting for frogs, of which we have many. Many. Help yourself, raccoon. I tried to get a picture, but the critter was mostly obscured by the time I got back with my camera. Sigh. I haven't taken any pics in a long time, and I miss it. I've been too tired or too sore or too busy, but I've got to squeeze some time in there to get back to it. For whatever their quality, taking pictures makes me happy, and that's not something I should just shrug off.
Two more weeks of group therapy. We started off with 10 women and one man, but that quickly shrunk to the core group of six women. It's not what I was hoping for - it's pretty basic for those of us who have gone through one-on-one therapy before - but it has provided some helpful pointers, and I like the other women. I adore the social workers who run the group. I have a soft spot for social workers anyway. They're so earnest, and I don't mean that at all in a negative way. While I haven't found anything in group to help me specifically, I have found it fascinating to watch the social workers using their skills in dealing with the group dynamics. They excel at bringing the focus back to the group while still supporting the individual. I really enjoy watching pros do their stuff, regardless of what the stuff is. Unless, of course, it's being a professional pain in the ass, but even then I sometimes have to sit back and marvel.
