Zebra Frog's Musings On Life

 Dear God,   This shit day needs to end already.  It's only 5:24pm and I am DONE.      Holy trauma day! Amelia ran and I had to chase her in 82% humidity.  That set off the first asthma attack in ????? I tangled with a thistle and have a left shin full of heat and hives.   Amanda called both of her brothers crying - but not me.  Mas - the male rottweiler - got into a huge fight with the foster dog who doesn't get along with any other dogs.  Kristy got in the middle and got her arm torn up so badly that U of T trauma surgeons aren't sure if they'll be able to give her use of her arm or feeling in it. (This just increases my  fear of dogs).   Bud put Max down on the spot, in front of Amanda, who had raised him from a puppy.  Amanda also had to clean up all the blood and chunks of both dogs and Kristy's arm. I talked to Steve on the phone.  I love him and miss him and my heart is broken.  

      Dear God,  Today I am feeling very anxious and angry.  I wonder if the anger is from the anxiety.  I'll have to loook that up later and see.  Anxiety is for multiple reasons.  #1 Tomorrow is Dad's birthday, which is the 13th anniversary of when my parents tried to put me in full lock down and I escaped to Aaron Wilkins' house with Steve, Bud, and the kids.  @2  Steve not living here since January& not knowing for sure what he's going to do.  More on this later.  Things that are making me angry today are issues with a friend, my headache from the storms, my MCAS, my CVID, feeling trapped in my castle like Rapunzel. My parents telling me they're done with ER visits and infusions - even though they'd do both for Suzanne in a heartbeat.  I feel like I shouldn't be bitter about it, but I am.  I'm going to do my 5 Mile walk dvd to relieve stress.