Fuzzy Thinking

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Dialysis today so I have fuzzy thinking.  My pot is called Green Crack–it also causes fuzzy thinking.  Last night I cracked and got in line at Wendy’s at 11 pm.  Two burgers and large fry then home to bed.  Winter is a struggle.  My addictions take over.  Strangely, I am happy.

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Depression go away

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No Depression go away

I need to see the light of day

Sadness can have a grip on me

My own thoughts can set me free

Time is short I can’t waste it

Live my life as I see fit

I won’t let things get me down

Stop my bad thoughts from hanging around

No depression go away

I need to see the light of day

 

Untidy Drawers

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My expensive Boscov’s underwear are untidy in my old cherry dresser. They have never been straight.  I haven’t the patience to finish the job–that has always been OK with me.

I’m not the boss though: even in my room, my dogs run things.  Ruby, my Aussie has a bark so loud and shrill I must leave the room if she won’t stop.  Louie the 14th, my Petite Basset Griffon Vendeen can have such a dreadful smell both breath and body that I have to clean and clean.  It’s worth it to have their loving company and they don’t care about well-organized drawers.

My Sweet Girl

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My Aussie wakes me at 6 am with a wet lick to my lips.  This is a reminder from my love puppy that if I don’t take her out she may pee on the bed.  Twenty degrees, out I tread lightly across forty feet of icy ground.  I praise the love of my life as she goes, reciting the words “poo-poo, very good girl, poo-poo.”  Back into bed with my winter parka still on, snug as a bug in a rug.

Satisfied My Soul

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Girl watching, power eating, and experimentation with herbs have been life-long interests of mine.  If people from the present society (which I think is increasingly getting greedier and selfish) were to review my life, they might say, “what a loser.”  Fortunately I realize I can not change what others think of me.  I must have a good opinion of myself.

Do You Want Me?

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In a good mood, I gave Nurse Mary the thumbs up.  She got a mean look on her face and gave me the finger.  Dewayne in the chair next to me saw this and told me she was signaling that I was number one.  This is the third finger she has given me.  She once told me she was on her third divorce.  That all men are assholes.

I’m still going to keep a positive outlook on this.  I think she may want me.  I lost over two pounds last month and this is going to spur me on to perfect my body.  When she finally succumbs to my charms, she will be impressed.