Bella Luna
I should be off of Zoloft soon. Meaning no psychological meds for Natalie for the first time in years. Should be interesting. I am meeting with my psychiatrist tomorrow morning then working the afternoon shift at the hospital. No fun stuffs allowed. Only studying until after the GRE. Every practice test I've taken I've gotten at least in the 50 percentile. The scores now range from 130-170 and I've consistently got around 150 and above, so I guess that's good.
Also, another major thing I forgot to mention. I have a rescue dog. Well, she is now at my parents house. Long story. I had her with me at my apartment for about a month and things were perfect. Then she got really sick. I mean really sick. She was throwing up and pooping blood. So I had to take her back to the shelter after I got her meds and stuff because I couldn't take care of her well enough with work and all. But then my mom said she would take her. I named her Luna, it means moon in Italian. My Grandpa spoke Italian and he would always say "bella luna" when we were out at night. And for some reason he popped into my head when I first met Luna and wanted to take care of her. She is seriously an angel. I haven't heard her bark once... and when I talked to the owner of the shelter he said they just found her somewhere. They think she was owned and someone just abandoned her because she knows how to walk on a leash/is well behaved and potty trained. When I first saw her at my facility when she was having work done it broke my heart. She was so scared and docile compared to all the crazy rescue dogs. She just sat there, silent. My mom will spoil her rotten like how she deserves... and that helps me sleep better at night.
Also, another major thing I forgot to mention. I have a rescue dog. Well, she is now at my parents house. Long story. I had her with me at my apartment for about a month and things were perfect. Then she got really sick. I mean really sick. She was throwing up and pooping blood. So I had to take her back to the shelter after I got her meds and stuff because I couldn't take care of her well enough with work and all. But then my mom said she would take her. I named her Luna, it means moon in Italian. My Grandpa spoke Italian and he would always say "bella luna" when we were out at night. And for some reason he popped into my head when I first met Luna and wanted to take care of her. She is seriously an angel. I haven't heard her bark once... and when I talked to the owner of the shelter he said they just found her somewhere. They think she was owned and someone just abandoned her because she knows how to walk on a leash/is well behaved and potty trained. When I first saw her at my facility when she was having work done it broke my heart. She was so scared and docile compared to all the crazy rescue dogs. She just sat there, silent. My mom will spoil her rotten like how she deserves... and that helps me sleep better at night.