I feel like every day is a countdown to... I think death. The good news is I have arranged a plan with my doctor to go back on the medication that makes me round and happy, as Julianna puts it. I'm exploring an appetite suppressant as well so that I am not tortured by hunger daily and nightly. Although the process of building up to my dosage is a might long (3 weeks), at least there is a light at the end. And a light I can depend on since I've tried it before and it was effective at managing the depression and mood swings. So that means the countdown can be to full dosage instead of just, you know, death.
Today I was without children for many hours since my mom and sister took them for me to have a break. It was just enough to make me excited to see them again in the evening. I had a meeting tonight, so I missed seeing them before bed. That means tomorrow morning will be more fun for me since I miss them still. Maybe even enough to cope with the 95% guaranteed meltdown Charlotte will have over not having the exact clothes for Spirit Day as her teacher described. She will have to make do with a school t-shirt ("But Mom! It doesn't have enough white!") and denim shorts ("These aren't really DARK blue, MOM!). At least it's the last day I have to keep up with that ridiculous monkey nametag she has had to wear around her neck every day. Who knew Kindergarten would be kicking my butt.
2 comments:
I like the new blog look!
I hope you start to feel better soon. Things have been crazy over here. Gary's dad had surgery and Ethans teacher asked for a teachers conference after 2 weeks of school. I'm dreading that. Miss ya lots. You don't even know.
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