Your three things today are:
PEST
IRRITATE
ANNOY
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The ddog is starting to annoy me. I dont like to call him a pest, but right now thats what he is!
He’s pacing up and down, begging for food!
My dad gave him some of his stirfry, which he wolfed down!
He’s been drinking a lot of water! Now he’ll probably be wanting to go out for the rest of the evening. Something else to irritate me!
I love him but sometimes he’s a nuisance!
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/10/14/three-things-challenge-388/
Therapy Bits 
Know exactly where you’re coming from!!!
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Yep š thanks Di! X
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https://wordpress.com/post/myeverydayjoe.com/1253
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Just checking in, not being weird or anything, just hoping all is well and that your mum and you all are doing better.
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Oh, thank you! I so appreciate it! We are ok, but I am very depressed this evening, I feel really down and my mood is very low. ā¤
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Why so low? I have been off and on all day– care to share?
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I’ve been having flashbacks and remembering a lot of hard stuff from childhood, and feeling very emotional and just very depressed. xoxo
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I have had a lot of the same thing; flashbacks from my first marriage and the abuse I took there–these things can paralyze you. They do me –right now, this blog has been my lifeline to get through a lot of that rubbish and write about it; it helps but the scar do run deep. I hope you feel better soon and your mum is also ok
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She’s a lot better, her infection cleared up with the antibiotics. I feel a little brighter this morning, but am still struggling a lot. xoxo
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I am so glad she’s better. That means the world to hear! That’s great stuff! Whew! One thing I have started doing besides writing is looking at google maps of a very special place to me called Portmierion, in Wales. One can actually almost do a walking tour though Google maps and when I am just worn to the bone and weary and dreading just each moment, I go there and just escape hoping to be there some day. It’s an illusion but it helps me…besides the seemingly incessant writing; that’s pouring out of me, it helps me a lot.
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Oh that’s awesome! Its nice to have that escape. xoxo
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Sorry for the delay; got to writing again—yes, escape is good. But it doesn’t last forever. I guess that’s why I’m writing so much as i can go ack and re-walk some of it.
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Yes. Its good you can do that, ReWalk it. xo
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Aggravation:
By Joe Inabinette
He woke to the itching at first;
then it became a burning, throbbing sensation…
first between his toes then moving slowly,
but deliberately, up his leg.
At first he thought “I shouldn’t have taken that hike after all”;
but then he remembered he had not only showered,
but he had used very strong repellant–
and taken his chlorydall for allegries before the hike.
In Peru, it was always seemingly hot
at the time he went on his little excusrions
and this year had been no diffferent.
Except for the insects…
they had been oddly larger than usual
and more aggressive this year he had noticed.
“Must be the climate change”, he had told his guide of many years.
But, in any case, he should not be having this reaction.
It was a bother too…
A REAL bother.
The sensation felt like it had PURPOSE,
like it knew where it was going…what it was seeking…
He pulled the sheets back and his mouth fell open.
There, attached to his leg,
was a long, hard-scaled, winged pest
the like of which he had never seen before..
it shone in the reflection of the oil lamp
like a scarab in a tomb;
and it was FEEDING.
It looked at him, and very quickly,
in a perfect British accent said,
“No offense or intent to annoy you sir..but your bed was warm
and it’s been ever so long since I had some decent blood–I shant be long…”
He screamed and swatted at the massive insect
but instead of flying away or even raising itself up to block the swat,
it said, again with a perfect British dialect
“If you please Sir, …I’ll only be a moment I assure you;
then you wont’ mind anything…anymore…..”
And it’s mandibles bent upwards into a sort of..smile…
And, as his blood became as thin as his pale lips,
the room and his vision swam away.
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Awesome, bravo šš„°š
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Sorry Carol Anne; Title should have been “Irritation”
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Okay will check it out in a little while X
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