Seperation anxiety

I think it affects all of us at one time or another. I remember how afraid I was sometimes when I was alone restricted by the oxygen concentrator. What if something happened; a fire or lightning strike, a burglar? I couldn’t even run.

This afternoon I got another prospective on separation anxiety. I had to go to the eye doctor to get my eyes checked for a new pair of glasses. When I came back Bernie was overjoyed to see me. Until I found the new mat Harriet had bought to put in front of the stove in the kitchen. My best estimate is that it was in 20 to 25 pieces.

Grrrr!