Scotto's Wall Scrawls

Hey there, dear journal.

I've come to realize that my writing skills have atrophied terribly. I think some of it is due to being busy, and some due to just lapsing into the lazy convenience of twitter and pictures over content with more substance.

I've taken a few strides toward getting back in the saddle, though there are still quite a few excuses I could make to myself to skip. I'm officially installed at blog.scottobear.com though I will still read my friends list and forward my entries to LJ... I'm too attached to livejournal to turn my back on it.

Pyewacket went to the vet today - he still wasn't doing so well, so BHK drove him to Annapolis, and the doc gave him a tummyful of barium. The vet techs observed him for a bit, and assured BHK that he was AOK. MIL went along, so while they waited, a trip to Tuesday Morning was in order. The vet was one that BHK is very comfortable with - was quite sensitive when Kona was having issues back in the day, too. The outcome after three different x-rays, he sounds like he's doing well, but we're going to keep an eye on him.

I want to repair the crazy-brain.

Lots of anxiety and distress have been appearing to affect my system physically lately...  I'm looking for new  ways to process those feelings.  A worst case situation includes elements of stuttering, sweating, stomach distress, being unable to breathe, panic, anger, irrationality, fear, headache, dizziness and joint pain.

I have to remind myself that it's all just a ride. Not only that, but I have a lot of wonderful blessings in my life - my wife, the lads, good friends... not to mention all of the positive, but intangibles. BHK was thinking it might be a form of ADD - I'm skeptical, but will keep an open mind - if only to seek the best possible remedy to the frequent unpleasantness.

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Now playing: The Beach Boys - I Just Wasn't Made For These Times

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