I can’t remember how long I’ve been lying here, tucked tightly into this fleece blanket that I loathe.
A Golden, a black, and a chocolate Labrador retriever heads amidst a forest landscape.
It’s the type of blanket you hide in the back of your closet.
Or let your dog lay on during long car rides.
Or display when your Mother In Law visits to show her how much you loved the Christmas present.
The room is dark and silent.
Noises and lights overwhelming my senses.
“Hypervigilant” Dr. B says.
High anxiety paired with a medication wean will do that to you.
“I am going to miss you a little bit Momma”, Chunky whispered.
“Just a little bit?” forcing my best pouty face.
“Awe Momma. I’m just kidding. I miss you all of the time,” he said while cautiously swinging his arms around my neck.
I squeezed him tightly, burying my face into his clamy shoulder that smelled of sun block and fun times had out in the yard without me.
He began to squirm and wriggle away from me.
“Momma stop it! You’re going to jack up my hair!”
He grows up so fast when my eyes are shut.
*I’m really hoping that this medication overhaul works. I’m ready to blaze through this summer with a wicked tan and a water bucket overflowing with happy memories…you know ones that I want to scrapbook the shit out of.