Thursday, March 7, 2013

4 of Cymbalta

I woke up with a headache. Sharp, not shooting, but sharp.

Took medicine at 8 a.m.

Donald took care of the babes, got them to school, came back and we went back to sleep until after 11 a.

We went to my counselling appointment together at 1 p.m. It was good. I am glad he's with me this time and starting to understand what's going on.

I am finally breathing again.

I picked babes up from school. Took Lainee to get her hair cut and then we went to the grocery store. By the time we got home, I started feeling anxiety.

I got the groceries put away, babes fed, showers and bed. I read to them and they're asleep now. I am feeling okay. I emailed my boss to let him know blow by blow what's going on. We'll see.

All for now. Just hanging out while Donald is at work until 1 a.m. Writing my Granny Pat a letter, blogging and listening to music online.

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