March 28, 2005
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Today I spent with the oldest. We started out at the gynecologist since she was sure she was pregnant or had a cyst on her ovary. It was the latter and birth control pills are supposed to make it go away. Thank God she’s back on those. I guess.
My ex called while she was here and wanted to know what it was that I wanted to do. He was a salesman, supposedly a “real closer” and I always remember him saying before I went to buy something I had to haggle over, “always start by asking them what they want, never give away anything first.” So I said the youngest didn’t want to stay here anymore and that he should figure out what he wanted and put it in writing. I thought that would imply lawyers which was a scare tactic. He won’t want to go there I don’t think. I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt. He won’t want anyone snooping into his financial affairs, not with the kind of money he’s been spending and no job.
It’s been raining harder than I’ve ever heard it. In this house, I mean. There are skylights in the room I showed you that time and the effect is penetrating. My daughter taught the puppy to walk on the treadmill while I was gone. One of my new readers referred to her as a “German Short-for-brains,” which I thought was hilarious. I don’t think brains is her problem. She chewed up my daughters really cool cowboy boots I got her, while we were gone; chewed right through the toe.
So far my new system that substitutes thinking about God instead of worrying has been working out great. I’d been in the waiting room long enough to assume they must have taken her next door to the hospital, that it was the ectopic pregnancy they were worried about. I started to wonder if they were just doing an ultrasound and decided to get in position and do a little energy work and then imagine her well. I know you’re supposed to be thinking about God but I was hedging my bets. I was just getting to the part where I was feeling the love when she walked by. She and the nice lady were heading over to the lab for some blood work. She’s deathly afraid of needles, especially intravenous ones.
Later she asked me why I had that weird look on my face. I said I was praying. You would be, too, if you had these girls.
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Since I discovered that all of my fears generally come true, I have stopped thinking fearful thoughts. So I do what you do too (only not as a deist, no, well, maybe, but more Divine Mother, but that’s another topic). I envision a positive outcome; if I ‘see’ anything else, I immediately re-create the ‘seeing’ with a positive outcome. It is only sane to do this…
*Hugs* and soooo glad it was a cyst, though wish it wasn’t even that! How worrisome! xo
I’ve lived with GSPs for most of my life. The only remedy is lots, and lots, and lots,and lots,and lots,and lots,and lots,and lots, of excersise. If they don’t get it they can be fairly destructive. Like the ones we knew that overturned a kitchen table, or the others that took down a bathroom wall of ceramic tile. They are intellegent–obedience training and lots of excersise are key.Our last German Shorthaired Peabrain lived to be 14 1/2 and was wonderful with the kids. I would have another, but my husband is German too, and that hard headed combination doesn’t seem to work.
Oh, and we haven’t left yet.
My mom also prays AND does the vibe, energy thing. In truth, it seem logical they should go hand in hand. And a cyst would seem the lesser of two, I only hope she doesn’t have more recur etc. Pills never helped me, then again I’m sure my case is diff. And our dachsund has never chewed up anything but the rare knit shirt/underwear. The shirts when we very first got him as a pup…and the undies..well…if he finds freshly worn ones…you get the idea. Thankfully he has never chewed on furniture or anything else.