Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Help, I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
My mom called this morning and said while she was out gardening in her flowers, she leaned too far forward, lost her balance and fell face first in the mud.
Last night, my husband, who ran out of his restless leg med was squirming and keeping me awake. I got my pillow and c-pap machine and headed for the front bedroom. It was dark in the house and I did not know he had put the baby gate up to keep the dog in the kitchen. I fell over it and landed on top of the c-pap unit.
My daughter said my son fell down a few steps on their staircase last week.
I told her to be careful, because we seem to be developing a pattern here. ha
My cellphone rang the other night and it was my granddaughter. She had gotten her mom's cell and redialed the last number called. She played me a melody on the keys and did a lot of interesting jabbering. It was so cute.
We've been watching the Olympics, and if those Chinese gymnasts are 15, then so am I.
I don't know why they let them get by with that, except our government owes their government millions of dollars. As my old boss used to say, He who has the gold makes the rules.
Say a prayer for someone we know named Bob. He is only 52, and has a rare brain disorder. His life expectancy is somewhere between one and ten years. I know he'd be thankful for your prayers.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Still in Outpatient Forest
I'm still in the outpatient program for the depression. I went every day last week but Friday (saw Dr about my glaucoma good report) and this week I go M-W-F.
They finally have me on Wellbutrin SR, Effexor, and Provigil, and I'm feeling better. The clouds are lifting, finally. I'm getting better at going to groups. I actually talk now, some at least. It's hard to believe I've spent most of the last five weeks in the hospital. I no longer feel ashamed of it though. I don't care what people think anymore. I did what I had to in order to survive, and I'm surviving.
I've been meaning to update my blog but everytime I started, I just felt frozen and couldn't think of what to write. So now, I have proof that I'm improving, because at least I'm writing something.
They finally have me on Wellbutrin SR, Effexor, and Provigil, and I'm feeling better. The clouds are lifting, finally. I'm getting better at going to groups. I actually talk now, some at least. It's hard to believe I've spent most of the last five weeks in the hospital. I no longer feel ashamed of it though. I don't care what people think anymore. I did what I had to in order to survive, and I'm surviving.
I've been meaning to update my blog but everytime I started, I just felt frozen and couldn't think of what to write. So now, I have proof that I'm improving, because at least I'm writing something.
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