previously unheard of

 i recommend maybe watching it with the sound off, because, dammit bailey. no worries, i kicked her once i turned the video off. (joke rachel). i had to put this video up though because i don’t think anyone would ever believe me who knew delilah before.

 

except for when we had our first bloodhound, ellie, delilah has never been playful. she became worse after she was run over a car (a long story).

before my parents moved to atlanta, there were three bloodhounds in the house and two people (before i moved home). that usually meant delilah getting the short end of the deal, and as much as my mother would like to deny it, it’s true.

we were worried she’d be depressed without the other two bloodhounds, but instead she’s the happiest i have ever seen her. she probably got tired of georgia drooling on everything, drinking all the water and eating everyone else’s food.

 the next video i hope to get is delilah chattering. 

cigarettes and sunshine

yesterday could not have been a more glorious day…

1. there was sunshine.

2. my mother told me she had scheduled a doctor’s appt on feb 12th to obtain a prescription for chantix.

among my other diagnosable psychiatric conditions (specific phobia, obsessive-compulsive personality [not the disorder]…), i am convinced i have SAD – seasonal affective disorder. basically, my mood is altered by the lack of sunlight. the gloomy string of five days with gray clouds blanketing the sky do not bode well for me. thus, with the sun out so brightly that it was roasting me in my car, i was the happiest i have been for a number of months.

compound this by the fact that my mother, after months of nagging, begging, pleading, bribing with first born children, and other such tactics, has agreed to see a doctor to get a prescription for the wonder drug chantix. i am not sure that it is a wonder drug per se - but i have yet to hear a poor report, and it would take quite a wealth of literature to convince me that the drug is so unhelpful to warrant not even attempting it and continuing smoking. i have seen the ravages of cigarettes from the very first days of my clinical rotations, and everytime i saw a patient in these conditions, i pictured my mother in this position with my vigor for harassing her renewed. there could be no better news for me.

i’m not cheap

today i had the usual honor of visiting my favorite patient on the psych ward with the psychiatrist i am following this week. if you recall, two days prior, she very tactfully told me to wash between my legs. i personally think she out-did herself today, but i will let you decide for yourself.

we walk into the room, and the doctor is ahead of me, obscuring my presence.

“hiii doctor,” she says in a mildly friendly tone.

then…she sees me.

“i have nothing to say if she’s here.”

“well, this is a teaching hospital, so students will be with me from time to time.”

“i already told you everything i have to say if she’s here.”

at this point, she quickly gets up and storms out, and as she left, i had that instant thought that she might very well hit me. you can just see the scorn and hatred seething out of her, and i definitely believe she’s capable of it (which is actually an uncommon feeling on the ward, i think). the doctor and i follow about 10 feet behind her, knowing today is another day of defeat, when she turns around, and spittingly states, “and keep that cheap slut away from me.”

what does the doc say?

“you probably shouldn’t interview her alone anymore.”

all i could do was laugh.