Things have been a little . . . rough. And I haven't shared this with anybody except my husband and brother and sister in law. (Sorry mom :/) It's not the depression so much as a new med I tired for my anxiety and mood swings.
Oh, the anxiety.
So we tried a new med.
Bad, bad idea.
I have been so sick. Nauseous like pregnant nauseous only I'm not. (It's not possible, husband has had the little snip snip). The nausea started out just as a minor annoyance that was manageable, then turned into a giant monster that left me a sobbing mess in my psychiatrists office. We'd tried a time release tablet already and zofran. Still no relief.
People, I lost almost 10 pounds in two weeks. That's how bad the nausea was. So when I say I was a sobbing mess? I was hot, sobbing mess.
Needless to say, I'm off the med and we're trying a different approach. The nausea is gone and life is resuming at lightening speed - thank God.
So I haven't had the energy or want to blog or read anything in the past few weeks. As I feel better I'll get back in the swing of things.
Thankfully I had my brother and sister in law to cry to and help me - and help me they did.
And let's not forget Diana :) She understands nausea just a *little*.