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| I woke up early around 4 or 5 am. My puppy was acting up again so I kept him leashed by my chair. He likes to nose about the stuff hanging off of the table - bits of thread or yarn that I have so he grabs these with his mouth and it takes a lot to persuade him to give it up so I have to cut the yarn and let him have his part of it. And there are other things he likes to drag off with his mouth - magazines, books, etc. A very irrascible puppy and he's not even a year old. I tell him "No" but he seems to have a devil in him that ignores me and my exhortations. I'm easily unhappy these days and the puppy adds to my sad feelings. I have had some ok moments today, but a great big thud came over to my chest and made me so uber sad that I cried out to my God and asked Him to help me. It's sad how these happens but that has happened several times. Sometimes it's the sensation of being knifed, stabbed in the chest or some part of my anatomy. Other times it's the sensation of being kicked in the kneecap or somewhere near it. Other times it's the sensation of being smothered, or made to not breathe or breathe right at all. Then there are times when I feel as though a knife is cutting my finger, or thumb. Or a spark of something is being put into my eye, and making it hurt. And my scalp is a field of scabby feeling bumps and that I can't understand but it's like it's gotten picked on by invisible hooks and leaving a scab. I get a lot of that lately. And the dry feeling of my scalp. It's a pestilential life. |
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