1. Meds are starting not to scare me anymore and I feel better, emotionally, physically, and mentally (ooops, I've always been scared of my mental issues, but that's for another blog).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
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