Things are looking up

Life is been particularly, er... not good lately, but things are starting to get better!

I am done with clinical for the semester, so now my Monday evenings are free. Tonight is my first free Monday since August, and I am very excited about it! I plan to spend this beautiful rainy Monday evening writing a history paper and then reading a book I got for my mom for Christmas (just testing it out ;))

I got a lot of my Christmas shopping done this past weekend, and I am super excited about that because it was really stressing me out. I love Christmas shopping, but it seems like I never have time to get the perfect gifts for everyone while I am busy with school. Mom and I went Black Friday shopping and got to Walmart at 3 am. I almost got mugged and/or killed by crazy laptop buyers. Thank God there were 2 police there, or I might not have made it out alive.

I think I briefly mention it in one of my previous posts, but we had to put the family dog of 13 years to sleep last week. I didn't really like the dog per se, but my heart broke because my family was so upset. This old pup and I had a bit of a rivalry, you see. When I would go home for the weekend, sometimes the dog would get more attention than I would. I think he was kind of stinky and he had a skin condition that made the hair on his butt fall out and it just kind of weirded me out. Also, for some reason my mom thought the dog needed 20 billion blankets in order to sleep at night. I would come home on the weekends and the dog would have 3 blankets, and I would have none, so I would have to sleep with my mom so I didn't freeze. I still felt a little sad because even though I wasn't in love with that dog, he did make sure we were all safe and sound. He was a good protector.

My brother ended up adopting a sweet and loveably hyper pup from the SPCA this weekend. He wanted a dog to pow around with him, to take hunting and hiking and whatever else mountain boys do. I am totally in love with this dog; it's hard not to be, even if you aren't a dog lover. He is a year old black lab with the sweetest face. There isn't a mean bone in his body, and when he wags his tail, his whole btt convulses. It really is just adorable. And he likes Mountain Dew, which is especially important to my brother since he lives off of Mountain Dew and ice cream. I feel like our family is complete again, and I don't have to worry about getting my blankets taken when I am not home because the dear dog is staying downstairs with my brother.

I have an appointment with my doctor on Friday to talk about the dreams I've been having and maybe discuss a medication change, which I really don't want to do. Getting adjusted to this medication was enough for me; I hated it. I take it at night, so maybe he will just suggest taking it in the morning or something. I'll blog after my appointment. Why can't I just be not crazy without meds? Hm?

Anyway, life is getting happier :)