Struggling On

This week's been no fun at all. Dad's been off work and that usually means lots of trips to the woods. But we only managed it a couple of days. The chompies have well and truly taken over. Every day has been at least two half hour chompie sessions. The only thing we're grateful for is that they aren't as draining or debilitating as last week. Afterwards I can stand up at least and am back to normal. So for much of the day I'm fine, but for those half hours there's head shaking and slobber flying everywhere.

The other day when I was in a chompie session mum noticed that when she gave me some ham that I'd immediately started chomping and couldn't eat until I'd finished. Then on Wednesday dad gave me some garlic bread (I've seen it, it's the future) and I went straight into a chompie. Afterwards dad gave it to me and again straight into a chompie. This happened about 3 more times, so I never did eat the garlic bread. Just seems strange that they seem to kick in when I'm happy or excited.

But we know it's a bad sign when I'm still scared of going upstairs. In some respects it's a good thing as at least I won't fall down them. But in the past sleeping on the floor upstairs was one of my favourite places.