All this month I only remember a handful of days I wasn’t sleeping, nauseous, or totally off kilter. It is time for it all to end!
There is not much for me to write about. Unless you want to read about how much I have been sleeping. And eating.
Yes, there is something to write about. I went to my new doctor. When I was weighed, I yelp, “HOLY SHIT!”
I have never weighed so much in my life! I am grossly, morbidly obese! See picture:
Thanks for the photo Carrie Jo!
I have to do something. I know what to do: Exercise more, eat less. Easier said than done. I am now committed to a new program of walking the dogs every day. Even if it is just around the block, I am promising to do it! Girl Scout and Rainbow Girl PROMISE! And folks that is a real promise, not just a threat!
While I was sick the last week, I stopped taking my Lexapro. Okay, I ran out of the med and was so brain-dead I just didn’t order any more. Anyway, here it is seven days since my last pill. I am not suicidal. I am not freaking angry. I do feel some tension, but it is nothing that a walk and play with the dogs would not cure. I am calm.
I have re-ordered another month’s supply, just in case. I also noticed that my new doctor has reduced my trazadone prescription by half. I have emailed her to let her know why I need the full script. It reduces the tension and anxiety. Tension: Jaw clenches so tight I fear I will break a tooth; my internal organs begin to tense, like my diaphragm and lungs get so tense I remember what it was like when I stuttered (another story for another day); and I get very angry at nothing.
Now I need to clean the kitchen. Scott helped out by running the dishwasher several times this past week. He also did several loads of laundry. I really appreciate his help. It made being sick easier knowing I would not have piles of dirty dishes and laundry to greet me when I felt better.