Today my sister helped me install an electric fence wire around the inside perimeter of my new board fence. I’ve had the fence for about a month and Blue has been over it and off on a dog adventure twice. Leaving me in a panic because 1) that’s what I do ’cause a) she might get run over, or b) she’s currently in heat and I don’t want her bred or c) someone might take her or d) she might get lost etc. A little anxious these days.
I’ve been getting subtle pressure from my brother-in-law to put a shock collar on her and “shock the hell out her” when she tries to go over the fence or chases his goats and chickens. Nope, cannot do that. This system is better because if she gets shocked, it’s her own doing not mine.
She’s already been shocked once and it wasn’t pretty but I know she now has a new respect for the fence as a boundary and not a conduit to escape and my torture. Doc
where have I been and what have I been doing? Nowhere and nothing I can remember. Except, I have had to acknowledge and deal with my first, can’t deny it, manic episode. Fortunately, mania for me doesn’t include reckless spending or reckless sex. “Your mania”, as my therapist puts it, is more agitation, anger, irritability,and rapid talking. I started to consider bipolar mania as an option when I noticed I was out of breath from talking so fast.
After nearly 60 years of life, I doubt my mental health issues have just started. If I am honest, I can look back and cringe a bit at some of the things I’ve done or said. But, how do you tell if your quirks are pathological? I don’t think it really matters. It is what it is.
For most of my adult life I have used marijuana as an enjoyable interlude and as medicine to help me deal with my troubles. Now, I have decided to be more forthright and have invested in 2 pharmaceutical companies working to make medical marijuana available to sufferers of several, different maladies. I still haven’t convinced my shrink of pot’s value as a mental health drug, however.
My siblings and I have been dealing with my mom’s and her husband’s estate. Lawyers, like psychiatrists, seem to be a necessary evil in some circumstances. I will be glad when it’s all said and done.
Blue is in the middle of her first estrus cycle and it’s driving us both nuts. I can’t take her for her daily off leash walk on the farm and she’s decided to jump the newly installed fence at home whenever a squirrel or butterfly tempts her, so she’s currently tied up in the yard hating me and life. I’ve decided to install an electric wire on the inside of the fence to discourage anymore forays and have warned the few neighbors I like to help avoid an unwanted shock. I hate tying her up. I hope her heat ends soon so that we can get back to our walks and she can burn off her energy and feel happy. I need her to be happy. Doc.