Mike would stuff pills in the end of a stick of beef jerky and let Samson play mighty hunter with it. Maybe you could put the lump of peanut butter on the end of a stick of jerky; she could bite and swallow that.

Yeah, AFTER she ate the knife, I told The Boy about it, and he said, "I've started putting the pill in peanut butter on the end of a Milk Bone, so she can eat it all...did I not tell you?"

::facepalm::

She seems okay today, but she's so loopy all the time that it's hard to tell if she's acting weird(er).

I've heard people say that they love being alone with their thoughts.

I do...except when they're really bad ones. And I have never learned a good coping mechanism for that, so I look forward to reading other people's suggestions.

What I like about doing cardio at the machines at the Y is that they have television. That's sad, isn't it?

One reason I'm so stir crazy (and my back is killing me) is because I haven't been able to get to the Y all week or even walk. My ability to go ass over teakettle is too well documented for me to take out on ice-covered sidewalks. I should hit 40 today, and I keep looking out the window to see if the sidewalks are clear yet.

What I like about doing cardio at the machines at the Y is that they have television. That's sad, isn't it?

Hell, no! We don't have cable, so the only time I see cable is at the gym. I think it's kind of evil of them to put the Food channel on, but I still love it.

Ooo, Windsparrow, or maybe a cd of go-to feel good songs. Really, the more tools you have, the more likely you'll find one that works for you in a given situation.

(Music Trivia: Name two ways to get from Elton to Stevie Wonder.)

I'm guessing Eminem is not one of them.

Andi, I don't find myself assaulted by those types of anxieties/thoughts, so I'm afraid I have absolutely no useful suggestions for you. I do wish I could take a baseball bat to those thoughts and banish them completely, but alas, not a viable option.

I've heard people say that they love being alone with their thoughts.

Music without words is the same as silence to my brain.

This is why I love us-- we're so different. Although, again, I hate that such things can affect people I care about so negatively. But yeah, I'm one of those who loves driving long distances because I like being alone in my head. It's when I do my most effective brainstorming for story ideas. It's as if being in the car, with nothing else to do, gives me permission to just sit and plot and think. And all of that is also aided by music-- words or no words, makes no nevermind to me. NPR, on the other hand or any other kind of talk radio makes me twitchy and ragey. It's one reason I have satellite radio in my car-- I've gotten to where I can't even tolerate commercials.

Andi, I have an actual e-mail full of good stuff people have said to me about, you know, articles, fic, my tennis shoes, or whatever, and when I get bummed out I reread the things.

I sometimes hate being alone with my thoughts. I sing a song to myself, "100 Little Ducks" For some reason keeping up with what number I'm on distracts me just enough that I don't have time to form a complete thought.

My former therapist said she usually recommended that her clients try to recognize and process unsettling thoughts but that I had the opposite problem--I recognized them, but then could not let them go. She told me to distract myself form what we named the "death spiral." Sounds like you might be the same, Andi!

If I am around media, I will read/watch/listen to something which is powerful enough to counteract the darkness. If I am driving, I sing out loud, which seems to push thoughts out. It has to be a song you need to think about a bit as you sing, like one with complicated lyrics or big emotions to act out. In bed, I will set tasks like the music chain. I usually try to picture every bedroom I have ever had in my life, and see how many details I can remember.

Singing is good. As Scrappy said, songs that either take some thought or things that are very happy. Songs that require thought that I sing include "The 12 Days of Christmas," "The Carol of the Numbers" [link] and even "The Ants Go Marching" and "99 Bottles of Beer."

My duck song [link]