Missing

     I miss my pup.

How old am I again?

     I’m taking my dog to the vet tomorrow morning. Hopefully nothing major, just check-ups and getting her set up for heart-worm meds (they are absolutely necessary for where we are). This is good. But I must admit a long time fear of any kind of office: doctor’s, vet’s, principal’s, etc. When I was a kid I was terrified of being sent to the principal’s office, or even the nurse’s office at school. Office = you’re in trouble in my mind. Perhaps this is because I always heard about my brother’s trips to the principal’s office growing up and he was constantly in trouble. Now it is inevitable that when I make an appointment for any kind of office visit my heart palpitates wildly and I feel shaky. Essentially I feel like I’m six years old and being sent to an office to be scolded for doing something wrong, for not being good enough, for not doing something right enough.