Okay, let's start with the obvious... THE BRONCOS WON THEIR PLAYOFF GAME TONIGHT! WOOOHOOOOO!!! Yes, I'm incredibly shocked. I really didn't expect them to win against Ben and the Steelers, but hey, they've got luck on their side, so it seems. No, I am NOT aboard the "Tebow Train" and I won't be until he has a few more years under his belt. Sorry... he isn't the messiah, he isn't the end-all-be-all of football, and I don't care what anybody says. Did he play well today? Yeah, he did, but he isn't the one that won the game for us - it was a team effort and a LOT of credit has to go to the Broncos defense - 5 sacks on Big Ben? Yeah... definitely some defensive credit, tyvm! So, I told the kids if the Broncos won that I would make some homemade chocolate fudge. Guess what I just made? Yup, you got it! My
Microwave Fudge was made, although I had no cashews and no dried cherries (which is how I prefer to make it). It's "setting" in the fridge at the moment. Hopefully it will still taste pretty good just as plain ol' chocolate fudge. Okay, enough football talk. Let's talk health. I feel like I'm allllll over the place right now. I've been kinda sick (cold/flu kinda stuff - runny nose, cough, the yucks) but I've been feeling better today, thankfully. On top of that, though, I've got some weird things going on thanks to these med switches. The neuro agreed that I needed to get off the Cymbalta with all of the nasty side effects I was dealing with (passing out, seizures, etc) but it's a drug that, if you've been on for awhile (over a year in my case), you have to wean off slowly. Unfortunately, even the weaning process alone can cause the passing out and seizures, as I found out the hard way a few weeks ago. So, neuro consulted other doctors and found that the best course of action for getting off of Cymbalta is to decrease the dose in half and add Prozac because it has a longer half-life than Cymbalta and won't cause a seratonin crash (which is what causes the passing out/seizures - wheeeee!). So, I've been on the Prozac and I reeeeeeally don't like it. It seriously has started to make me incredibly manic. I now believe I know what it's like to be manic depressive... this is freaking nuts!!! Well, thankfully, I'll only be on the Prozac for another couple of weeks, but hopefully the next med (most likely trazodone) won't have other weird side effects to deal with. I'm so bloody sick of all the side effects from the meds... it makes me want to just stop the meds altogether and just see how I get on... it's what I did over 10 years ago and, at the time, it was the absolute best thing I could have done for myself. I can't help but wonder if I shouldn't do it again. *sigh* It's such a hard decision now, though, because if I screw up now, I've got a hell of a lot more to lose... I've got a job and a family to think about now. Back then I was already on disability and my husband and I had issues we were trying to work through. Blah. Anyway, so tomorrow I have boychild's IEP meeting and I'm slightly worried about it. I've already read through the draft of the findings document so I know what to expect, but at the same time, I'm worried about my reaction, especially given this manic state I seem to be in. I know that some of their findings are bunk - at least on the whole - and I need to find a way to explain to them that he isn't stupid or necessarily lazy, he just doesn't see the "WIIFM" - the What's In It For Me. When it comes to doing schoolwork, if he doesn't see what reward, so to speak, he gets out of it, he doesn't care. If we "bribe" him (if you do this now, you can get/do such-and-such afterward), he'll usually stay focused and do what he's been asked with minimal intervention - because he sees what he can get out of it. But at 6 (nearly 7) years old, he doesn't see what scholastics will do for him. It's so frustrating!!! I also have my MRI to check on the progress of my brain aneurysm on Wednesday. It's kind of scary, to be honest, because I've been having worse headaches right in that region and I'm really afraid the thing has grown. I had a dream the other night that what they thought was an aneurysm on the MRA turned out to actually be a small tumor that had grown in size by 600% during the time between the two MRIs. Yeah, it was just a dream, but it kinda terrified me, you know? They're doing the MRI now to see what it shows and, if indicated, will send me back for another, further, MRA. *sigh* There've also been some other issues within the household that aren't necessarily mine to discuss but they worry me and I do worry that I'm not doing what I should in that case. My lovely friend Michelle said something to me last night that really hit home and it's stuck with me ever since. Michelle - if you're reading this, I *will* find a meeting that I can attend. It may not be this week with my hectic schedule, but it will happen within the next 10 days. I guarantee. Thank you for being so awesome and for being there for me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Well, I'm supposed to be watching a movie with the hubby. I should log off and do that. I also haven't taken a pic today for my proj365 and, quite honestly, I don't care and don't plan to take one tonight. I'm exhausted, my body feels... weird... kinda just off... and I just kinda wanna veg... even though I feel manic and want to be doing something. What a weird combination. Oy, I can't wait to get off these meds! Thanks for reading - catch y'all later... annnnnnd....... GO BRONCOS!!!!!!!!!!!
Originally posted at
Falling Into My Own Sarchasm and cross-posted here.