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I showed Daniel the "Treat Your Mother Right" video. He liked it, but for some reason it reminded him of the D&D video that
koogrr sent me, which he really wants to see again. Anyone have a link to it? I've googled but without success. I think I deleted it off my hard drive (probably b/c I was sick of showing Daniel? not sure...)
(It's the one with these immortal lines: "Cheetos! Where are the Cheetos!?" "Are there any girls there?" "Roll to see if I'm getting drunk!")
Yeah, I did show it to my five-year-old. He only really gets the Cheetos part. :-D He likes the visual of the monster rummaging through the fridge.
So...ears are still clogged. I'm still feeling downish. Not much has changed, but I appreciate everyone's good wishes yesterday.
Today I have an appointment with my gynecologist (technically a nurse practitioner), who's also a friend and the midwife who delivered Ellie. I may beg her to look at my ears too. How weird is that? I doubt they have an otoscope(?) there though. I'm sure they have to have some sort of, well, lighting, for the things they do look at. And my friend knows I'm weird, so it's not as if she'll be shocked.
It's just a regular checkup, which I haven't had since El was born, so it's past time, really. I want to make sure that my IUD is doing what it's supposed to be doing, too. I have no real reason to think that it's not, but three years later I just want to be sure.
Dave did watch the kids yesterday evening so I could get a nap in, which did help. However, then Ellie was up and down part of the night again (I don't know what's going on with her) and tonight he has class. Of course, I will have some alone time during the aforementioned appointment; if that's the highlight of my day, though, that will be pathetic.
I'm wondering if my antibiotics are fucking with my SSRI. This feeling is too much like the downward slide of depression for my internal comfort.
What I want is to feel better about myself. What I don't know is how to get there.
A friend quoted these lyrics in his LJ, and I could relate.
I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell.
I know, right now you can't tell.
But stay a while, and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me...
So, this is where I am: trying to have faith that you'll stay. Trying to have faith that the different side of me is there, will return, sunlight edging through a gray sky.
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(It's the one with these immortal lines: "Cheetos! Where are the Cheetos!?" "Are there any girls there?" "Roll to see if I'm getting drunk!")
Yeah, I did show it to my five-year-old. He only really gets the Cheetos part. :-D He likes the visual of the monster rummaging through the fridge.
So...ears are still clogged. I'm still feeling downish. Not much has changed, but I appreciate everyone's good wishes yesterday.
Today I have an appointment with my gynecologist (technically a nurse practitioner), who's also a friend and the midwife who delivered Ellie. I may beg her to look at my ears too. How weird is that? I doubt they have an otoscope(?) there though. I'm sure they have to have some sort of, well, lighting, for the things they do look at. And my friend knows I'm weird, so it's not as if she'll be shocked.
It's just a regular checkup, which I haven't had since El was born, so it's past time, really. I want to make sure that my IUD is doing what it's supposed to be doing, too. I have no real reason to think that it's not, but three years later I just want to be sure.
Dave did watch the kids yesterday evening so I could get a nap in, which did help. However, then Ellie was up and down part of the night again (I don't know what's going on with her) and tonight he has class. Of course, I will have some alone time during the aforementioned appointment; if that's the highlight of my day, though, that will be pathetic.
I'm wondering if my antibiotics are fucking with my SSRI. This feeling is too much like the downward slide of depression for my internal comfort.
What I want is to feel better about myself. What I don't know is how to get there.
A friend quoted these lyrics in his LJ, and I could relate.
I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell.
I know, right now you can't tell.
But stay a while, and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me...
So, this is where I am: trying to have faith that you'll stay. Trying to have faith that the different side of me is there, will return, sunlight edging through a gray sky.
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Date: 2005-08-02 01:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 02:58 pm (UTC)