Cho is "having" more dreams. Things that aren't happening. People who aren't there. I just tell her they are dreams. I came home from the commissary and she told me that my dinner was in the oven. I checked and it was just another dream. One of her daughters called today and told her that she had talked with her other two sisters and that they were going to find a nursing home for her. That she would be safer there. I agree. That is said by someone that just wants the best for someone he has loved for 34 years. The angry daughter just said that we had been together for a long time. I have recognised some of my imperfections and have taken some steps to correct them.
Went to see a psych doc Friday. He gave me a script for some medicine that makes me not want to drink. So far my effects are a wooziness and diarhea and sleeping a lot or is some of that depresssion? I admitted straight up to the doc that I was an alchoholic and then laid almost everything else out too. He admitted that I have a lot on my plate and I will see him again in a couple of weeks and a clinical psychologist to help with my dealing with situations. I guess that psych's are mostly for writing scripts. I told him that the most improvement I had had was from a tough female and he gave me the toughest one he had on staff.
This morning I was outside to enjoy a bush of roses newly bloomed last night and iris's that are sharing the new air. Enticing scents surrounded me this morning. I filled the birdfeeders with sunflower seeds for the cardinals. They came out to tell me they were hungry. There was a thrasher that came to look at me from the fence as I was on the front porch. I wonder if there is a nest nearby. My lawn needs to get cut before it is totally out of control. Part of it already is. Early in the mornings so as to beat the heat. I have some top soil to put in the holes in my lawn to even it out. My dream has become too much for me to care for.
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