Well, today started out very stressful. I had a half dozen phone calls with my boss prior to 9:30 am. I was in a constant stream of work until noon. I got up at 10 to the hour each hour when my Fitbit told me I took zero of my 250 steps each hour. After my lunch break, things settled down to a more manageable pace until the end of the work day. Today, Rob picked Roger up from camp and I got to take a long, extremely hot shower. I love showers that my skin is pink/red for a good 20 minutes afterwards.
Today we met a reading comprehension tutor at the Lewisville Library. It is hard to discuss the needs of tutoring when your son is at grade level. However, as many kids in his class started the year at lower levels than him, they have progressed to his level 6 months later. Roger is still at the same level he started the school year at. He is a great reader but I think his downfall may not be comprehension but attention. His long-term sub thinks it is lack of interest v. comprehension. How can you teach a kid to be interested, pay attention and focus on books that have zero interest to him? The only books he is interested in are biographies.
Of course, he aced the tutoring session and she said she would reach out to interventionists in elementary school for suggestions. She is a dyslexic interventionist in middle school. She gave me pointers but I told her that he will do these things for me. He is a people-pleaser for everyone except me and my husband. At home he fights about doing any homework. I could never homeschool. This child would be determined not to learn anything from me.
After his session, we went to the biography section of the children’s library and Roger chose books on Michael Jackson, Bruno Mars, Prince, Louis Armstrong, John Cena, The Rock, and Chuck Close. The Chuck Close book was one I showed him — truly an amazing artist and a fantastic children’s book. We also got Roger his own library card and he checked out his own books. He was thrilled.
Afterwards we had a nice dinner at Red Robin. That restaurant is never my choice but I know Roger really loves it and he’s been such an awesome boy lately. I had a nice libation there and two godiva chocolates at home. That made my mood better. However, I do not want alcohol or food to be my stress reliever…Although relaxed, I decided to jump on the stationary bike and blog while riding. Not as yummy, but enjoyable too!
Achieving balance is what most people are striving for – or at least I am. However, at this time in my life, I view everything as stressful. Work is stressful, cleaning is stressful, trying to find time to exercise is stressful, eating healthy is stressful, getting Roger ready for school/camp/bed/classes/therapy is stressful, playing with Roger is stressful, trying to fall asleep at night is stressful. BUT doing nothing is the most stressful of all for I think of everything I should be doing.
I think I have forgotten how to relax. What is the first step? How do you train yourself to relax? It really pisses me off when I see others relaxing while I am stressing out.
I also think I have forgotten how to have fun. It takes a lot to make me smile or genuinely enjoy myself. It wasn’t until The Dead Milkmen were actually onstage playing that I enjoyed that night.
I genuinely feel bad for my son and my husband. I want to have fun. I want to let go. Will a brain swap work?
Any tips or advice appreciated (just comment).
Last week was a really tough week. My mood was incredibly low, as was my patience. There were many stressors in regards to deliveries, appointments, and feedback (or lack thereof) in regards to Roger’s academic progress. My week was filled with many thoughts all over the place and total lack of focus.
Today I have decided to try and get back into the swing of things. This is a theme of my life: out-of-whack week followed by an in-focus week (or attempt to that). So, today I have focused on work, exercise, my weekly schedule (and Roger’s), and some laundry and garbage chores.
Today, I had a podiatrist appointment (I need orthotics due to some feet issues). He politely stressed that I need to be healthier. I couldn’t agree more. I am hoping my motivation can remain. It comes and goes so quickly!
I have a new therapist appointment on Friday of this week. She is a “psychotherapist”. I am not sure how different that is from the counseling I have received in the past. I hope this time I “click” with the therapist. I always do some on-line research when I make appointments. On FB, I saw that she “liked” the God Delusion, so that is a positive to me!
I absolutely love Mondays and will always try to choose not to make any Monday appointments. I get back into my groove on Mondays. I get back into the swing of work, get back to my days alone, get back to my food and exercise regime. Mondays are great for me.
Last week ended with me completely worn out from my first week back at work. I hope this week I am not so wiped by the time the weekend comes. I was an absolute nightmare to be around yesterday morning! Depression, anxiety and stress were the key words. Today, I am a cheery lady. Hmm, maybe we should not discount that bipolar diagnosis!
Thus far, for me, summer is a bummer! I just can’t find my happy. I know I am being vague. I really don’t feel like writing but hoping it may get me a tad out of this bad mood. I felt pretty okay the end of last week. Saturday was very stressful for various reasons regarding our dogs and pain and workload and energy. However, Sunday I felt much better. Unfortunately, that feeling was fleeting.
This week began in a shambles. Monday I had a sitter for Roger, since there was no camp and no therapy that day. I felt like a prisoner in one room to get my work done. Yesterday, I also had physical therapy. It lasted longer than intended and I started stressing about all the time I am missing from work for all these therapies. This morning I woke up feeling much the same, stressed, tired, terrible headache and tinnitus that I just cannot ignore anymore. Again, I had another physical therapy appointment and, again, stressed over missing work time. The headaches and tinnitus are just so constant as of late. This headache must be at least a month old. The tinnitus is about a decade old but the volume of the past week has increased greatly. I feel like it is making me completely crazy. I am in such a bad mood all day long. I feel terrible for my son and husband, but especially for my son because he does not understand why I am in a bad mood so often. He asked my husband what was wrong with me on Saturday.
Today, I called my therapist and made an appointment for tomorrow (even more time to make up for work) and had a friend recommend a psychiatrist. I am getting so depressed as of late that I don’t want to keep sinking deeper. This calendar is filling up pretty quickly with more and more appointments. Now, I just have to figure out when I can have a full day of rest. I do not know if I can wait until the end of August!
Yesterday I was in such a foul mood all day that I had mentally prepared to write this blog about my 43rd year. I will still write the intended post but I am not in quite the same sour mood I was when contemplating it.
I kept questioning why I was so depressed yesterday. Was 44th the hard birthday for me? People had said 40 would be hard but was not for me. I was looking forward to my 40’s. Why was turning 44 so depressing? Then the realization was that last year was a hard year for me.
Physically, I had (have) issues with my back and had some other instances that I had to go to the doctor and, in one instance, the ER. Hormonally, this year was utter chaos. My testosterone levels went from non-existent to way too much and the physical ramifications of that are still rearing it’s ugly head: body acne and body hair growth. These were two issues I have never had in the past 43 years. I had inquired at the OB/GYN how long I should remain on hormones (read 5 years). They pretty much told me I could remain on them forever. When I told my internist, she adamantly said 5 years maximum. Since we decided to stop the pellet for 6 months due to the side effects, that means I shall remain hormone-free due to my 5 year anniversary of my hysterectomy is 2018. Mentally/emotionally the testosterone made me more edgy and still is as I have to wait for all the excess testosterone to exit my system. Besides the Biote hormone pellet, my 43rd year was full of medications for depression/bipolar/anxiety and allergies, as well as supplements. I, with the help of my therapist, nutritionist and internist, have decided to wean off the majority of the medications. Currently, my roster is fluoxetine, Zyrtec, multivitamin, probiotic, and vitamin D3. I have cut out about 10 medications/supplements.
My 43rd year had been a year that I have dealt with being my most unhealthy self. I have made small steps to try rectifying it but not consistently so. In addition, 43 was a year of added stress: Roger entering public school, my mother’s surgery, a short stint of returning to grad school, the passing of Snuffles, other family issues, etc. Don’t get me wrong, there have been positives (mainly on the Roger front in regards to progress/growth). However, I do not think I have allowed myself time for grief and that is why a low mood has persisted. Is it too late to grieve? How can one force oneself to grieve appropriately? Does one just move past it and say hello to the new day/the new year and push through? So many thoughts as I enter year 44…
Today, I had two doctor’s appointments: the nutritionist followed by the chiropractor. I will start with the easier of the two — the chiropractor. When I began going to this practitioner, he set up a 15-visit schedule that would culminate with a maintenance schedule. Today would begin the talk of maintenance. However, Monday my back was in really bad shape. I hurt going through my normal daily routine. Today my back was still quite stiff. Clearly, I do not want to “maintain” this level!
The nutritionist appointment was very thorough and a lot to wrap my head around. We talked about my LEAP results, my current medication, and my feelings about the process. Due to weaning off of gabapentin, she thinks I should start once that is clear from my system. My last day of taking gabapentin will be next Wednesday night. I have a field trip to attend with my son on Thursday, so I will delve into it next Friday or the following Monday (at the latest). This also gives me time to wean off of coffee/caffeine. That shall be the most difficult part: reactive to caffeine, coffee and tea.
During the appointment, we discussed allergy shots. Her son has been on shots about a year longer than I. We are both on a maintenance schedule. I have been having almost nightly (very early morning) allergy attacks and I, overall, feel flu-like. I am considering discontinuing the shots. They have to add epinephrine to each shot so my reaction isn’t as extreme as it was in the past. I still swell and itch, though. I guess a visit to my allergy doctor to discuss should be in my near future.
Am I doomed not to maintain under maintenance?