12/19/2009

12/19/09
So yesterday I went to my very sexy MD, a beautiful,grungie,smart and kind woman of of say late 30's early 40's/ I love her and love to talk to her and we had a deep one and one conversation on my use of Vicodin, the fact that this is the only pain reliever after Tylenol available to me and the fact that there is a tendency to increase the dosage as time goes by because it is habit forming. I have been through this and so I discipline myself to back off which is relatively easy to do-I just seem to use as much as i can get but not going over the magic four uses in one day.

Baking bread and making broccoli soup and perhaps later sausage pizzas. fun for a cool day.
The kittens are really looking grown now much the way teenagers appear grownup but aren't yet mature. They are a delight especially when they tromp through the house sounding like an invading army these three little cats who don't weigh five pounds. They get drunk on the hormones that teach them to hunt and capture and then they cannot settle down to rest even when they want to/ the little girl, Mercy, has a little begging mew when this happens to her and she then wants me to pick her up and pet her very softly and kiss her and talk to her and then she curls up and sleeps. She is the sweetest little thing and I believe that she is a healer and I love our little time together and I believe that my soul is renewed in this relationship. True to her youth when she awakens she is all puffy little cat and runs off to see what her brothers are up to. I love these kittens and accept that we now have four cats.

This is the holiest time I have recognized in years. I spent the last year reading up a little on the old ways, the Celts,etc and the Romans,the Jews. Some are involved with Wicca but I can't really do that having been born Christian although I am no longer Christian either.