Perhaps...
...it's time to funk with the funk.
I have been so depressed lately. With being 'that time of the month', having the Amoxicillin messing with my hormones (and skin, I am still beet red from the rash with painful blisters on my feet) and just the generic need to have things improve before I fall further down into the pit...something has got to give.
I'm definitely going to take up crochet. I decided it in my delirium last night. (Benadryl made me pass out on Saturday night but last night it kept me awake for the most vivid daydreams...) I want to start small, perhaps like something my friend Liz made for me - little fishies! My cat loves them and I'm sure it would be a big hit if I take a video of him and how he likes to hoard them and sit on them. Lulz.
Thinking toward the future. Got upset with John a little over the weekend because he never talks about what could be unless I prompt him. It's like he's lost his sense of dreaming. It's definitely a concern.
Tried to cancel Sam's early intervention visit today, but Therese won't answer her phone. I have to try to find a sweater to cover the worst of the rash on my arms and shoulders. I don't want her freaking out like I have the pox.
I have been so depressed lately. With being 'that time of the month', having the Amoxicillin messing with my hormones (and skin, I am still beet red from the rash with painful blisters on my feet) and just the generic need to have things improve before I fall further down into the pit...something has got to give.
I'm definitely going to take up crochet. I decided it in my delirium last night. (Benadryl made me pass out on Saturday night but last night it kept me awake for the most vivid daydreams...) I want to start small, perhaps like something my friend Liz made for me - little fishies! My cat loves them and I'm sure it would be a big hit if I take a video of him and how he likes to hoard them and sit on them. Lulz.
Thinking toward the future. Got upset with John a little over the weekend because he never talks about what could be unless I prompt him. It's like he's lost his sense of dreaming. It's definitely a concern.
Tried to cancel Sam's early intervention visit today, but Therese won't answer her phone. I have to try to find a sweater to cover the worst of the rash on my arms and shoulders. I don't want her freaking out like I have the pox.