The past week has been full of drama and suspense in the family!
First Ricky got a call back from his doctor in response to his testing. Worried as hell we had to wait a few hours before seeing him. Everything passed though both of our meds from cancer to STDs. (It's like being pulled over for speeding, you still wonder if there's a warrant for your arrest for a 10 year old ticket that more than likely never existed.) Once we got the doctor though, we learned his diabetes was just seriously out of check. He prescribed meds and an all plant based, whole foods diet. I think Ricky would have rather been diagnosed with cancer.
Thursday I went into the psych. That was quite the experience. I hurriedly explained my childhood and adulthood in 45 minutes. We covered everything from the roommate (which I don't think she was so pleased by) to my anxiety in general. I told her about my fear of going to hell for the big A word and she told me matter-of-factly, if not a bit irritated, that the bible was written long ago by a bunch of old, white dudes. So not sure how to take that. Then she told me I need meds. Or rather I should get checked for meds. So I sat there and told her how uncomfortable I am with meds and she explained that it would probably be good for me. That I've been like this all my life, so essentially I'm crazy. All in all, I wasn't exactly sure how to feel coming out of that session. Change is never comfortable but it was all so weird. She also told me to stop focusing on lists, and focus on myself. I think I know what she means, but my 45 minutes was up and she was hurrying me out the door.
Saturday we went to Phils for his birthday. There was more kids than adults there and we all came back home feeling bloated because we ate meat. Ugh.
Okay, my mind is done. The roommate came out and for some reason she drives me nuts. Like just nuts. Enough for today. I have a full set of things to do.
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