Thanksgiving Day, still at the Gulf (in more ways than one)
Funny how a journal serves to remind you of things you'd stopped thinking about! (Duh!) I had - blissfully - forgotten how very unhappy I was this time last year. If you but click on the Thanksgiving tag below, and check out the entry, you'll see what's there is sad, and I assure you that what you but detect between the lines was more so. It was a bad time, and no "best of times" to balance it out.
I was crazy, and I didn't know it. We now think I got an inert batch of thyroid pills in August. I dutifully took them every day, as prescribed. By the time January rolled around, my TSH level was 13 -- measured on a scale that usually only goes up to 5. I was clinically depressed, and just frankly nuts. Of course everything seemed very normal to me. Our finances were definitely strained with buying the new house. Things weren't awesome. Ian and I had begun to skirt some very ugly, serious talks about splitting up....
2012 is ostensibly the Year of the Enterprise, but every year has its secret name. This one's is Year of Better Living Through Chemistry, and amen to that!! Once we got me on an even kilter in January, it was Ian's turn. In March we put him on meds with the primary mission to stave off his unfortunate chronic nightmares. They have an energetic, anti-depressive effect as well, however. These two events, no exaggeration, have literally saved our marriage.
I closed my post yesterday letting you know that life is pretty good! It always feels good to say it, it's eternally better to mean it! Nine-and-a-half years together now, and Ian and I have never been closer, I don't think. Our marriage is great! We wish we were able to make some babies, of course, but really that's a goal which we'll sort out in time one way or another. We both have secure jobs; I love mine, and Ian's is at least providing him with good opportunities to learn some cool stuff that will look good on his resume later.
Well. That's the round-up on what's foremost in my mind on the issue of thankfulness this year. On lighter notes, our vacation continues in an unhurried, relaxed pace. The waters in the Gulf are so warm this year that I think Ian and I will go for a swim in the ocean later today -- usually it's much too cold by November! It's sunny and in the 70s here, hardly any wind. Ian's reading H.P. Lovecraft; I'm down to starting the heel on my sock. (Marne, to respond to your comment elsewhere, I actually think turning is fun! I don't mind picking up so few stitches as a sock -- what I really hate is picking up stitches on a blanket or something large!) We're having a great time visiting with Ian's parents, just chatting and ribbing each other about politics... I got a good one on Ian's dad last night. At dinner, Ian's mother was talking about some social experiment she read about where a group of people wished to start a rumor that was so ridiculous that no one could possibly believe it was true. I said to John, "Oh, so they aired it on Fox News, then?" HA! He laughed good-naturedly, and admitted that was a good dig! I'll pay for it later, no doubt!
Off to brush the sun and salt tangles out of my hair before Thanksgiving "dinner." We're eating with Ian's parents, his maternal grandmother, and a maternal uncle and his lady-friend.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!
Trace
I was crazy, and I didn't know it. We now think I got an inert batch of thyroid pills in August. I dutifully took them every day, as prescribed. By the time January rolled around, my TSH level was 13 -- measured on a scale that usually only goes up to 5. I was clinically depressed, and just frankly nuts. Of course everything seemed very normal to me. Our finances were definitely strained with buying the new house. Things weren't awesome. Ian and I had begun to skirt some very ugly, serious talks about splitting up....
2012 is ostensibly the Year of the Enterprise, but every year has its secret name. This one's is Year of Better Living Through Chemistry, and amen to that!! Once we got me on an even kilter in January, it was Ian's turn. In March we put him on meds with the primary mission to stave off his unfortunate chronic nightmares. They have an energetic, anti-depressive effect as well, however. These two events, no exaggeration, have literally saved our marriage.
I closed my post yesterday letting you know that life is pretty good! It always feels good to say it, it's eternally better to mean it! Nine-and-a-half years together now, and Ian and I have never been closer, I don't think. Our marriage is great! We wish we were able to make some babies, of course, but really that's a goal which we'll sort out in time one way or another. We both have secure jobs; I love mine, and Ian's is at least providing him with good opportunities to learn some cool stuff that will look good on his resume later.
Well. That's the round-up on what's foremost in my mind on the issue of thankfulness this year. On lighter notes, our vacation continues in an unhurried, relaxed pace. The waters in the Gulf are so warm this year that I think Ian and I will go for a swim in the ocean later today -- usually it's much too cold by November! It's sunny and in the 70s here, hardly any wind. Ian's reading H.P. Lovecraft; I'm down to starting the heel on my sock. (Marne, to respond to your comment elsewhere, I actually think turning is fun! I don't mind picking up so few stitches as a sock -- what I really hate is picking up stitches on a blanket or something large!) We're having a great time visiting with Ian's parents, just chatting and ribbing each other about politics... I got a good one on Ian's dad last night. At dinner, Ian's mother was talking about some social experiment she read about where a group of people wished to start a rumor that was so ridiculous that no one could possibly believe it was true. I said to John, "Oh, so they aired it on Fox News, then?" HA! He laughed good-naturedly, and admitted that was a good dig! I'll pay for it later, no doubt!
Off to brush the sun and salt tangles out of my hair before Thanksgiving "dinner." We're eating with Ian's parents, his maternal grandmother, and a maternal uncle and his lady-friend.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!
Trace