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Musings on meds, scapulars, PTSD and dogs



I haven't written much here lately (my work blog keeps me busy!), and I keep thinking, "Oh, I don't have anything to write about.

Which is a lazy writer's cop-out.

I've been telling people I have a 3-ring circus going on in my head right now, but I heard a line on TV last night that also seems accurate: "He's crazy! He's got squirrels juggling chainsaws in his brain!" Work is crazy-busy, but in a good way. Hubby is in the midst of (a rather depressing) soccer season and our calendar keeps shifting and filling and moving.

I have slowly been weaning myself of the meds I've been on the past two years. So far, I've cut two of them in half, dosage-wise. I've also been making a concerted effort to eat better - and I'm doing fairly well, surprisingly.

I found a brown scapular laying on the ground Monday, outside the doctor's office. It's got lovely embroidery, with Our Lady of Guadalupe. I feel bad for the person who lost it, but it now has a home in my office work space. (Mary is always looking out for me!)

We found out this week that a dear family friend has cancer. We don't know much more than that - she is scheduled for surgery in a couple of weeks, and we'll know more. Dark-haired daughter is taking this extremely hard, and her PTSD has taken hold. I walked in the door on Monday and she got two words out and then fell into my arms, sobbing. She told me she kept seeing "those men" (the ones who assaulted her so violently 5 years ago.) We are working through it, but: Lord Jesus, has she not suffered enough?? Please bring her peace!

Speaking of praying, go get Heather King's new book, "Holy Desperation: praying as if your life depended on it." Really. Now - go get it.

My sister is looking to get a new dog, and wants a big breed. There may be a bull mastiff joining the family soon.

Last week, I was feeling so out-of-sorts, and could not figure out why. Then it hit me: I haven't been praying regularly. I needed to get back to that. It calms the squirrels in my brain, allows me to help Dear Daughter better, and generally, allows my sinful soul some desperately needed grace.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us!

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