Since I've been a little whack-o lately,
the doctor (the Shrink!) wanted to see me.
When he told me,
he felt like we needed to make some
minor adjustments in my medications,
I started bawling.
I really thought I had this thing figured out.
We talked about triggers
(I've had a few)
and how the mind, like the body,
needs fine-tuning sometimes
(I knew that).
I just didn't want to hear it!
Before he left he said,
"Go have some fun!"
I worked in my booth.
I sold the gray TV stand so I've got to paint.
That can be fun!
Need to do something to this little spot.
Need to add some flowers
and something else to the tray.
Rearranging can be fun!
Much of my small stuff sold today.
My booth is at the very back of the flea market
and the lighting is terrible.
That is NOT fun!
I keep vying for another spot!
Like my mind, the booth is really a mess!
I'm ready to buy some white paint!
Before I left, I asked the doc to tell Mr. H
that I needed a beach trip.
NOW That Would BE FUN!
He got out his pen,
"Do you want me to write a prescription for that?"
He finally got a smile.