I’ve been on my prescribed anti-depressants for about three weeks. I can’t particularly identify if I’m “feeling” any different. The fact that I am expecting something to happen has me on edge, waiting, for that moment to occur. I keep imagining that one day I’ll be walking or driving and then, like magic, something will switch and I’ll be the Cheney I know. I have noticed that I’ve been more aware and paying attention, to my surroundings; taking in those things around me. Most of the time I get lost in my thoughts because I still haven’t figured out how to slow my mind down, which is usually going a mile a minutes (and that’s pretty fast). Often times, I snap back into the reality, when there’s this awful breath breathing in my face or the gross feeling of a tongue sneaking licks on my hands or toes. It’s Maxx!
Before I discovered what was wrong with me, I think Maxx already knew. When I was going through some really bad days, Maxx was really getting on my nerves! Everywhere I turned there he was, everywhere I walked he was on my heels. Each time I wanted to stretch my legs, as I sat on the couch, I couldn’t because he had positioned himself directly under my bent leg. Each time I took I shower, I’d open the shower curtain to step out of the tub and he would be laying on the bath math. I just couldn’t get him to leave me alone. I’d yell at him and buy him toys and treats to keep him busy, but nothing worked. Maxx is a very loving dog and has his moments of wanting to be under me, but this time was different. Continue reading