I have nothing to add to the wank discussion except to say that I'm making a muffuletta for dinner. For reals.
First you make a baby, now this. Is there nothing you won't try?
I think I need to have a nervous breakdown. I'm just wondering how I get over that initial hump of crazy. Are there forms you need to submit, or anything?
You might be having one, right now. I think I had one this winter, or at least was on the brink, but I never realized it until I was better, and neither did anyone else (at least not anyone who thought I ought to be hospitalized or anything).
You need to have someone handy who can take care of everything, though, while you go through a graceful, poetic decline.
If it's graceful and poetic, it's probably not a nervous breakdown.
I don't even think they give a 'nervous breakdown' diagnosis any more, which is a total rip-off.
total rip-off
I know?
Women on the Verge of a Hairy-assed Huge Anxiety Attack
just doesn't have the same ring to it.
If it's graceful and poetic, it's probably not a nervous breakdown
I may be confusing it with those old-fashioned standards "a decline" or "the vapors" (which I think is just gas).
cereal:
There's a line I like in a book, when a grown-up daughter is complimenting her mother on having been so tough during the hard times Mom has lived through and how Daughter doesn't think she could cope: "Rubbish, you'd be fine. The streets aren't full of weeping women sitting on curbs."
You might be having one, right now.
That might start explaining some stuff.
Come undone. Of all the phrases out there, that one I prefer (strange thing to prefer.) Growing up it was come unglued, but undone doesn't make me think of all the action figues we repaired with epoxy.
That said...I'm sorry, ita.
I think of undone as very victorian. I'm about to become unglued.
Kat, how are Noah and Grace? Is Grace having more surgery?
Grace had another biopsy today. My own issues held up her getting the biopsy for 4 days, which means I need to check my ego out of the picture and be more at ease about this.
Noah is doing well. Little man is tired and fussy today. But he had a big day. He tried breastfeeding which was a disaster, but there you go. (He takes a bottle and it's not like there is a deadline for him to figure this out... so it might not be or it might be a month). He also passed his hearing test yesterday and his carseat test today. He started the first set of immunizations (though it will take three days to complete them all). I guess I might be fussy too if I were he.
I'm spent too. But I'm having dinner with the erstwhile paperdol and we are getting her on the list to visit Grace so I can worry less about Grace neglect.
Tomorrow is another big day: pick up the $200+ in prescriptions that are being hand-compounded for Noah, hear back from the home health people about the monitor and the oxygen tanks, meeting with the occupational therapist for a developmental assessment of Noah, and something else, but I can't remember what that is.
