Went back to the neurologist on Monday, went over the results of the neuropsych test, blah, blah, blah. Yes he thinks I should defintely go to counseling, but let’s try another antidpressant shall we? Maybe this one (300 mg of Effexor) isn’t the right one for you. Whatever. (Which I’m starting to see that the psychological field interprets as a lack of interest.) Let’s try Wellburtin 150 mg a day. Okay, let’s just shoot me in the head and be done with it. I have done nothing but either laugh hysterically (okay, I do admit my sister had something to do with that yesterday) or cry. And cry. And cry. And cry some more. Over nothing. ab so lute ly nothing. DH: Hey, it’s really nice outside for a change, wanna go for a walk? Me: Wahhhhh!!! DH: Let’s go sit on the deck for awhile, it’s so nice. Me: Wahhhh…… MIL: The cake you made is beautiful! I love it! Me: Wahhhhh!!!!!. I was over at my sister’s today helping her pack. First I had to sit in the middle of my nephew’s room and cry. For an HOUR i sat there and cried. Over nothing. Then I called the doctor and said maybe Wellbutrin isn’t quite working the way he had hoped. He’s supposed to call me back, but whether he does or not, I’m back on Effexor tomorrow. This is ridiculous. I thought I was depressed a couple weeks ago… I was positively giddy in comparison to this week. Plus, anyone who has ever taken an antidepressant probably knows what I’m talking about here, I have a severe case of bubblehead. Whenever you’re late or miss a dose of, say for instance, Paxil or Effexor, you start feeling like your head is about the size of the Goodyear Blimp and floating about 3 feet above your shoulders and about 10 feet behind you. It’s the oddest feeling. Not really dizzy, just not connected to your head. Odd.
Monthly Archives: August 2006
The DNA results are back and J0hn Mark Carr didn’t have anything to do with J0n B0net Ramsey’s death. What a shocker. (sarcasm) Too bad they couldn’t figure that out by doing a DNA test before they gave him a vacation to the United States. Now maybe he can write a book and get enough money to complete his sex change. Somebody ought to slap those bozos in Boulder upside the head.
to reflect my social isolation. Living like a mole – that’s me. (Not THAT kind of mole, the living breathing, head, tail, and 4 feet kind of mole!)
Depression and anxiety. Apparently it was a tie! I can hardly imagine that. The test results show social isolation. I agree with that, but maybe I don’t feel social. I guess I don’t feel social because I’m depressed and anxious, which cause me to not feel sicial… Can anybody see a pattern here? Continue reading
Buttercup is doing much better. Steve took her to the vet yesterday and she got some prednisone and appears to be much better. He thinks it’s probably a soft tissue injury and not her spine. Thank goodness. I feel so much better and thankful to all my friends on Lovedachs and Dodgerslist for their prayers and suggestions.
I don’t think lowering my prednisone is going to work, and that’s what the weekend from hell is all about, but I’m not going to whine about it anymore. I’m just going to have to deal with it.
Our bishop was released yesterday. I’m actually quite sad about that. He was absolutely the best bishop I’ve ever had and I’m going to miss his counsel. There’s no doubt in m y mind he was inspired to do some of the things that he did in our ward and I think the whole ward is going to feel his loss immensely. The new bishop was his old first counselor (of course) Dave Jensen. Dave is cool, smar, funny, but I’m just having a hard time picturing him as bishop right now. I’m sure he’ll probably come along just fine, and I’m not exactly witholding judgment, I’ll just have to wait and see how it goes. I suppose it’s too much to expect that he’ll redo the primary presidency and I’ll get to do something else (besides primary president, I mean). Actually the new first and second counselors have just moved into the ward, so we have more children in primary than ever, I think. I guess that’s one way to get people with kids to stay in the ward, put them in the bishopric! LOL. I don’t know either one of them at all, so, I guess I feel like I’m in a new ward!
Maybe now though Lori and Kelly will have some time and we can get together with them. I know Steve really likes Kelly and they had a great time the night he cooked some rabbit and Steve and the Missionaries went to his house for dinner. (Ick, I declined THAT invitation, but Steve says it was wonderful) Elder Haloia from Tonga was here and he had this thing about eating wild game (hmm… wonder why?) Anyway, Steve had come home from Lincoln with some fresh rabbit that somebody shot and Elder Haloia was so excited. I wouldn’t cook the stuff, so the bishop offered and they had a boys night in.
Well, in retrospect, the weekend may not have exactly been from hell, but it was a close second. I’m glad things turned out as good as they did.
Now that I’ve had my say about my furbaby, I need to address something even more serious. I have a blogging friend, Erin, who has lost two children to congenital heart defects (CHD). I cannot even fathom how this woman manages to function on a day to day basis, but by God, she does. She has become quite the advocate for CHD and is going to participate in a local heartwalk in the Charlotte, North Carolina, area in September. Her goal is to raise $3,000 for CHD awareness and she’s doing pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. However, the deadline is coming and she has a ways to go. I’d really love it if you could take a few minutes and check out her blog, and if her story touches you as much as it did me, please make a donation to her. She also has some cool raffles at her site. One is for some really neat yard, another for a photography certificate with what looks like a really neat photographer, you can purchase an ad to sponsor her team, buy a t-shirt from Cafe Press, and she has a raffle for a really neat quilt. I know some of my readers have children, but even if you don’t the things this great lady and her family have gone through in the past 5 years or so is enough to make you want to sit down and cry yourself. Just take a second, please, and read what she has to say.
You can also make a donation at http://heartwalk.kintera.org/charlottenc/novasheart. This should take you directly to her team page.
I just feel so blessed that none of the children in my family have ever had any major illnesses or life-threatening defects, that I felt I had to pass this along. BTW, I did get a t-shirt and I’m really eyeing the quilt…