Wow - it's time to wramble again. Okay, you're right, I do it all the time. But Wednesday's give me an excuse.
First off - I am only going to say this once. BLOGGING pays. No questions please, but to the girl who emailed me, you know who you are. I love you. I thank you and I will be communicating soon. That is all.
Today hasn't been a good week. Monday was a melt down of EPIC proportions. EPIC I say. Haven't had anything the likes of this in about 15 years or so.
You see, I take this fancy little capsule every day to make sure that all the chemicals and what not in my brain and head are firing on all cylinders. Happy pills we call them. It's a genetic thing. I ran out of them. Tried to get a refill. No refills left on the rx. Called the doc's office. They didn't call the pharmacy. No go. 4 days later and Mommy had a come apart. Or as Tuffy called it a witch snit (but not using the word witch if ya know what I mean). I won't go into specific details but there was major weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, screaming, yelling, hucking stuff and I am still Listerine'ing my mouth to try and clean it up. I should prolly chat with my bishop. Oh wait, he lives across the street from me. He most likely heard it all anyway.
How did the men in my life handle it?
'dawg got his over the phone, so he played it safe and didn't come over until he was sure I was medicated and on my way to sleepy land.
Luka escaped into the other room, then quietly slipped away to the sev and came back with a diet coke and huge chocolate bar.
Tuffy hid out with his GF until he was sure of not being physically harmed.
Splenda tucked me in bed, went to the pharmacy and demanded they give me a few pills until the doctor's office could authorize the refill. Then he snuggled me and let me cry. He rubbed my back and neck and let me watch whatever I wanted to on TV.
They are good men.
After I could somewhat compose myself, I apologized to my fam, the Shark (she happened to call whilst amid the rampage) and then let my night meds take me away to a blissful, uninterrupted slumber. In the morning, Splenda gently reminded me that this is why he would like to not own guns.
A couple of days later, I think I'll pull through but it was debatable there for awhile.
Ever have times like this? Anyone else deal with anxiety or depression or both? No?
I didn't think so. I knew I had to be the only nut job around.
Switching gears - want some good news?? My son's divorce is FINAL!! YAY!!!
Normally, I am not one to cheer divorce, but those kids got married too young and for the wrong reasons. They both need to move on with their lives. This needed to happen. He is now Boot camp eligible. Next open spot and he can take it! Pray for an open spot soon!
I'm sure both he and Sissy's mommy are feeling the monkey off their backs now. Congrats to them both.
Speaking of Sissy. It's our weekend with her. I can hardly wait! I didn't get to see her at all last weekend and I miss her so much my heart aches. Literally aches for her! Lot's planned and all fun stuff! Can't wait for her knock at the door and her "Mimi! Come pway toys wif me!"
My 'token male reader' left this morning for the MTC. Missionary Training center for my church. I am excited for him, but will miss that kid! I'll miss his emails, and his FB comments. He promised he would send me updates on his mission. Love those kids who serve so unselfishly.
I now have a race or event planned for every almost every single weekend from now until October. That makes me happy. That makes me muy happy!
Speaking of happy, I have one reserve capsule left, better head to the pharmacy and get the approved prescription picked up so that we don't have another M-Cat meltdown. Doubt my friends and family could take another one.