Cymbalta 3

I'm trying to figure out how to come up with a catchy name for each day, eh, it's not happening.

I woke up with a headache and lethargic, bowels still loose. Took my medicine around 8 a.m. Slept more, had a smoothie around noon and then tried to eat veggie bowl from Chipotle this evening, couldn't even eat half.

I told Donald I had 2 goals for the day, 1, to call my boss and 2, to make an appointment with a therapist. It was a little strange for me because I don't set goals. And... what kinds of goals are those anyway?? Well, they're big ones, for me. I was terrified to talk to my boss and trying to get a counselling appointment, well, that's never fun.

Both goal 1 & 2 were met within 20 minutes of me setting them, by 8 a.m. Donald was super proud of me.

Goal 1. I called my boss to ask for clarification about the medical release to come back to work he mentioned to Donald yesterday. He said he just wanted to take the pressure off of me and for me not to rush back to work. I told him that while I appreciated that, I was also feeling anxiety about losing my job. I knew he had a business to run, but he assured me that my job will be there for me and that he wasn't willing to give up what I have done in the classroom for our kids, that he wasn't willing to just go try and find someone else to replace me. That's great. I'm still a little shocked and in disbelief. In my head some where I still think I am letting people down or that I will lose my job though.

Goal 2. I called a therapist I saw once last Fall, left her a message. She promptly returned my call and I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon.

I told Donald I was going to look into using my Groupon I got for Pilates. I need to get on with being good to myself. I feel so strange being at home, knowing I have a job that I am "on leave" from, just wondering what the hell I am doing right now... I know I am supposed to be taking care of myself, and that's what I am doing, it's just so strange, and even embarrassing almost.

Learning to be loved and to let my husband take care of me... difficult things for me to do. But I am trying.