Gabbie on the run

The memories of being crazy

It's 9 a,m. and it's chilly. Maybe it's the orange juice from the fridge that drank a few minutes ago that's giving me chills. The past two weeks were hot. Not as hot as some countries have all year round, but for me it was an eternity. We went to the gym for my rehab these past few weeks and it was tolerable enough. But I have a situation where my two young dogs (one five year old and the other seven years old) that refuse to be left at home. They want to go with me wherever I go. I know there's a way to train the dog to stay and be left behind but I must have missed the important point to leave the dog somehow by himself and have his sibling go with him. So I look at the weather on my app every day that we have to go somewhere that could be the therapy treatments or a doctor's office. I prayed to Jesus Christ to keep my dogs comfortable. They tolerated the warmth of the sun in the car with the air conditioner going at fast clip. My Dad, who's very old, had driven us to wherever my appointment was. Early on when I was still middle aged and already on meds that had a dizzying effect on the patient, my Dad offered to drive me to any place to assure us that I won't get into trouble.

That last time I got into trouble was when I was up early and driving my laptop and me to the nearest coffee house. There were no cars on the road. I fell asleep at the wheel and when I came to I over compensated my direction to straighten up my direction. As it happened, my car went up and over the side of the street causing a blow out of my right front wheel. Lucky me, there were no cars that were present so it was just my car that had an injury. I left my cell at home thinking of just using the laptop so I went to the nearest store which was the drugstore CVS near the car. They were good enough to lend me their phone. I had called the 911 for help. I didn't think of calling my Dad. It was stupid of me not to have brought my cell. In short, the tire was taken and a spare tire was the replacement.

I was in my crazy years at that time. I wasn't listening to my Guardian Angel who would have cautioned me to take care when driving.

I was taking a mild benzodiazipine at the tiime. But I got too sensitive and after years later, I checked in to see a therapist in behavior at the nearest clinic that took every kind of person to treat them. It was a clinic for poor patients on Medicaid. I was given several meds to take my depression and anxiety symptoms away. I still go to him. He's my nurse practitioner.

In conclusion, I don't drive unless it's an emergency. I have a current drivers licence in cases where I run into the pharmacy to claim my benzodiazipine so they need to see my licence; I think I am straightening out my life. I'm stable enough today.