I let my account lapse for a bit but today I reactivated
everything. And now I’m really writing to myself because who would possibly
still check in with me after that kind of abandonment?
Quick update before moving on:
Work is still going great after all this time, Joey turned
three last week, I’m starting grad school in two months, last week my therapist
determined that I am healed and only need to check in with her every six months
or so for medication monitoring. My marriage is still going strong despite Eli’s
frivolous spending this month that included a new huge screen TV, updated cable
package with high-def and the purchase of tickets to see The Contender finale
in Boston that ran into the
hundreds of dollars. Cats are all still alive, I was diagnosed with early
glaucoma in my left eye, and I’m currently on antibiotics for a finger
infection to rule all infections that makes it impossible for me to touch
anything with my right index finger without pain ripping through the entire
right side of my body. I’ve suffered two crippling migraines over the past six
months, and I’ve developed a new respect for my own head and its fragile
constitution. The treadmill is my new drug of choice and I run on it every day
until I burn at least three hundred calories and achieve the euphoria of
believing I am superwoman.
I’m going to update more because the days are going so fast now
and I need to slow it down once in a while or before I blink I will be old
and all I will remember of this time is that I was busy. I find it nearly
impossible to dwell these days, so probably that’s why I’ve taken a break from
coming here.
Next time I will tell you about the time I tried to take
Chantix to quit smoking and how it’s always important to listen to your own
intuition that questions whether it is a good thing to take two brain drugs at
the same time no matter what your primary care physician says.
