Cactus.

I am attempting to type this without using the index finger on my left hand.  Why, you ask?  Because we went for a nature walk today and I grabbed a cactus.  Yeah, on purpose.  With full knowledge of what I was doing. It just didn't LOOK spiky.  It was a sneaky fella.  I got the other 30 or so spines out, but there is one stubborn one that just really likes its new home.

I sent my husband to get our picnic stuff, and instead he moved the vehicle closer.  I told him that was a good idea, moving our truck closer.  He pointed out that we don't own a truck.

Did I mention that when I grabbed the cactus my husband didn't laugh or react in any way?  I asked him later why he didn't react, he said it was because it didn't surprise him.  Kinda like the other day when he said my going crazy was "unavoidable".  Thank you JESUS for a man who loves me even though I'm psycho.

And this is the way my weaning off the meds is going.  Anyone who ever tells you medications don't really affect you is LYING.  Lying.  I'm down to a fourth of that little blue pill and I am determined sometime this week to stop all together.

It's possible I should be locked in a padded room for the first few days.

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