Monday, March 2
Weight 141.4
I didn’t get around to logging yesterday’s 2 mile snow shoe. We didn’t take any breaks, but we saw two other people with dogs, which requires chatting, and in one case chasing after Louie when he decided to go with one of the dogs and his parents down a different trail (husband: “he’ll come back when he notices we’re not there” Louie: increasingly out of sight and then disappeared altogether, presumably with his new family) so altogether we were out there for 1:15.
I also think I deserve credit for the times Louie is on the backs of my snowshoes when I try to take a step, and for the times this takes me down and I have to get back up in 18" of snow, still with him standing on my snowshoe or, as happened yesterday, crying because he somehow wound up under it when I fell and now I’m putting weight on him as I try to stand up. He’s getting better, but deep snow is still pretty scary for Louie, which makes him want to be close. A catastrophe like me falling and the snowshoe he’s standing on shifting as a result is threatening enough that he would feel best in my lap, if he could find it. It would be nice if he could hear me say “back up, doofus” but I guess it is what it is.
I’m giving myself 20 extra points. (@BethB, I’d like to put these in my inventory for use later. 
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Louie and I don’t talk about who does what on our walks. It’s a sacred brotherhood thing.
@QuadQueen I deleted the gigantic thing I wrote about work stressors, but this kid was doing pretty well (one of the many reasons I left my job for private practice was their rigid no-show policy, which caused pressure for me around this young woman, who started with me at 19 and missed a lot of appts because she wasn’t sure how to prioritize work, family, and therapy). Anyway, she was holding steady (a sister has been in residential tx for her more severe ED, and my kid has been working hard not to wind up there, too) but then a year and a half ago had a psychotic break. She’s now dealing with schizoaffective disorder, so no-shows more than ever, now because she’s curled up in a ball of shame and terror. What’s interesting is that her auditory hallucinations include voices that focus on how fat she is.
She needs a more structured treatment team than I can provide, but she’s very attached to me, so I just keep going, stressing over the missed appointments; for me in terms of my practice and for her because it’s not adequate that she do therapy one week on, two weeks off.
So I’ll ask you to pray for her.
As for me, I probably wouldn’t make it off the first floor and would therefore have no points to assign. Lol.
. Not a big deal or crisis type thing though.