Small things

Somewhere close, a dog is crying in the way dogs do when they feel that life is too sad not to voice. It's getting to me--I want to find it and love on it. Something in the sound is just so lonely. Forsaken. It tugs hard and something in me wants to respond.

Or it could just be a weird 'were type of animal trying to lure me out into the dark because it sounds pitiful and I just want to cuddle it--and then, as soon as I leave the safety of the light, it'll grind my bones and pickle my spleen and use my femurs as toothpicks. You just never know around here.

Demetri, the neighbor I complained about? We're doing better. He's still, at times, a world-class douche (think music at 2:00am), but now that he has a name and a history, it's easier to find a way to connect with him that isn't quite so uncomfortable. (Did I really just type that, and he really just turn his music on at a half-million decibels? Yes, yes he did). Anyway. He has a puppy. This little light tan pit bull puppy. And I know it'll probably grow up and be this vicious nasty biting thing because Demetri's little boy hits it and everybody is always screaming and unhappy in that house, but for now, it's just a puppy. And when nobody's outside and the puppy is in the yard, I'll sneak over and talk to it in puppy-speak through the fence. And it will wiggle everything behind its nose and lick my fingers and generally we're both just happy.

Speaking of little squishy things and happy; I did my first exam on a baby. And he was the most chubbly wubbly baby ever. And he LOVED ME. They warn us to be quick because babies will generally scream during exams, but every time I leaned over him, he just stared at me and smiled. It was so funny, too, because I was attempting to listen to his inspiratory strider (think wheezing), but he would see me and calm down and it would stop. The doctor threw up her hands and said, "You've healed him! He can go home!" It was great.

In other news. I was pretty desperate, these past few weeks. I skirt depression so often, now, and it felt like I was trying to claw my way out of a hole, and every bit of progress I made was lost just as quickly. I mentioned this before. Anyway, I had my first appointment with the new therapist. I like her. We worked out a basic plan for things I can incorporate into my life that will make me happier and feel more...human. Not quite as dark--more myself. I'm hopeful.