March 22, 2011

I think I shared with ya about how scared I was the day Mamaw fell on the deck and hurt herself. That’s been over two weeks now—and she’s still havin some real issues with that! Poppy says she’s gonna have to go to the doctor and get an x-ray to find out what’s wrong…he gets disgusted with her for puttin stuff off too long.

And she always worries about everybody but herself. A good example of that is I just can’t relax—I’m so high strung right now I just can’t seem to manage my own life. I don’t want to go outside (had an accident in the house and that’s a real NO-NO.) So she called Miss Jessica, my very own veterinarian, and they talked about givin me a little happy pill for a while to help me through this transitional period of my paranoia. So she gets herself all duded up with the jewelry and the whole bit and goes to pick up a prescription for me.

Now—get this—she has to take the Rx to HyVee to get it filled. Are they putting me on HUMAN pills or what? I sure hope they won’t hurt me cause I’m really feelin the need to get some special TLC right now! She comes home with the medicine and gave me one; then she heaved a huge sigh of relief…frankly, I did too.

I gotta stick to my favorite sayin: Oh well, tomorrow is another day…we’ll see what happens then.