I've found a fun new phase of depression: lack of emotion! I literally feel nothing, ever. I'm assuming this constant, flat, blah feeling is partially related to my medicine change, but it's been going on longer than I had hoped. I have to stick this med and dosage out until the end of the month...maybe things will change before then.
I also think my medicine change has been the driving force behind me consuming Girl Scout cookies at an alarming rate. Of the *ahem* six boxes we bought this year, I have eaten three and a half of them (minus about three cookies W got his grubby paws on) by myself (in, uh, less than two weeks), and that second sleeve of Thin Mints is calling to me. The only reason that number isn't five and half is the two remaining boxes are Tagalongs, which make me want to hurl.
R popped a couple more teeth on Friday night. He's getting his fangs in, just like his brother did. I think we're in for a few hellish weeks of teething...there are a bunch of buds in there right now.
The boys and I have all been sick lately. Last week, both boys had fevers all weekend. On Tuesday, I woke up with sinus yuck and a cough, which has steadily worked its way up to a sinus infection (I'm going to the doctor tomorrow for sweet, sweet antibiotics, and I'm looking forward to breathing through my nose and lowering my head without it wanting to explode). R had a fever and ear infection and teething this past weekend. He was miserable, which made my life pretty miserable, too. Luckily, he's feeling better. Except for the teething.
My counselor has ordered me to be in bed by 10:00 every night. I'm not doing very well with that little homework assignment.
R's birthday is coming up. I feel like I need to have a fun party for him with a theme and decorations and favors and such because I did that for W's first birthday. I do not, however, feel like putting any effort into making such a thing happen. I've already decided it's going to be family only, which lowers the pressure, but I don't feel like performing or entertaining right now, and I don't think that's probably going to change in the next six weeks. I also need to plan R's baptism (which has to happen Mother's Day weekend). Ugh.
B and I went to our first couple's counseling session last week. I wasn't super impressed with the guy we went to, but B seems to like him (as well as he'll like any counselor, I suppose). I ended up being slightly annoyed that B listened to the counselor and took his advice to heart when most of it was stuff I have been TELLING HIM FOR YEARS that he's systematically ignored. I guess I don't really care, though, as long as it leads to some changes.
B is finally, finally almost done with school for the year. This means my months of mostly-single-parenting are almost done. That makes me happier than you could know.
I think I'll take my throbbing head to bed now. I could promise to try to blog more than I have been, but I think we all know I would be lying to you. Until next time...
I also think my medicine change has been the driving force behind me consuming Girl Scout cookies at an alarming rate. Of the *ahem* six boxes we bought this year, I have eaten three and a half of them (minus about three cookies W got his grubby paws on) by myself (in, uh, less than two weeks), and that second sleeve of Thin Mints is calling to me. The only reason that number isn't five and half is the two remaining boxes are Tagalongs, which make me want to hurl.
R popped a couple more teeth on Friday night. He's getting his fangs in, just like his brother did. I think we're in for a few hellish weeks of teething...there are a bunch of buds in there right now.
The boys and I have all been sick lately. Last week, both boys had fevers all weekend. On Tuesday, I woke up with sinus yuck and a cough, which has steadily worked its way up to a sinus infection (I'm going to the doctor tomorrow for sweet, sweet antibiotics, and I'm looking forward to breathing through my nose and lowering my head without it wanting to explode). R had a fever and ear infection and teething this past weekend. He was miserable, which made my life pretty miserable, too. Luckily, he's feeling better. Except for the teething.
My counselor has ordered me to be in bed by 10:00 every night. I'm not doing very well with that little homework assignment.
R's birthday is coming up. I feel like I need to have a fun party for him with a theme and decorations and favors and such because I did that for W's first birthday. I do not, however, feel like putting any effort into making such a thing happen. I've already decided it's going to be family only, which lowers the pressure, but I don't feel like performing or entertaining right now, and I don't think that's probably going to change in the next six weeks. I also need to plan R's baptism (which has to happen Mother's Day weekend). Ugh.
B and I went to our first couple's counseling session last week. I wasn't super impressed with the guy we went to, but B seems to like him (as well as he'll like any counselor, I suppose). I ended up being slightly annoyed that B listened to the counselor and took his advice to heart when most of it was stuff I have been TELLING HIM FOR YEARS that he's systematically ignored. I guess I don't really care, though, as long as it leads to some changes.
B is finally, finally almost done with school for the year. This means my months of mostly-single-parenting are almost done. That makes me happier than you could know.
I think I'll take my throbbing head to bed now. I could promise to try to blog more than I have been, but I think we all know I would be lying to you. Until next time...
1 comment:
Do you find that winter's are harder? My husband has been through more pdocs and tdocs than you can imagine. He too is not very fond of therapists. DH always has a harder time in winter. We are just starting to get more sunshine and it makes a big difference. I bet the meds are 100% the reason for the munchies. Very common side effect. It couldnt be b/c girl scout cookies are so yummy. Nom. Nom. Hang in there, and be gentle to yourself. Enlist help for the party. Unrealistic expectations can make it worse.
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