So It Is Summer

The last day of school was on Thursday, and the week was an absolute blur. Every day there was something going on at the kid’s schools.

There was a last minute debate banquet that called for a bunch of cookies for the High School. Thade also had finals throughout the week. There was an awards day at Agnes’ school, and the entire third grade gave a recorder concert. Dylan had a pretty chill week. The Middle School had a dodgeball tournament on the last day of school, he said it was a blast.

I wanted to sneak in a little shopping, and maybe go out to lunch, but I ran out of time. Before you knew it, Thursday had arrived, and it was the last day. I took my kiddos, and a few of their friends to the movies on Thursday night. They were bouncing off the walls, so it was good to get them out of the house for a bit.

Agnes has caught another cold/flu bug… We were at the store on Saturday, she was looking for some Summer clothes, but by the time we were checking out, she wasn’t feeling too good. By the time we got home, she had a bad headache, and a fever. The fever went up as the night went on, but I finally got it back to reasonable before bedtime.

It has been a long week already. I’m trying to settle in to the new routine, and stay sane along the way. It is going to be a long Summer.

So I Went To The Doctor

May is mental health awareness month, and I’m sharing my ongoing struggles with it.

I checked in with my Doctor last week. It was pretty much more of the same. I don’t feel good at all, and we are adjusting my medication again. It’s frustrating that this just keeps going, no matter what I try.

My Doctor said to try this for a few months, and then check in again to possibly switch to a different medication, if I don’t see any results.

I’m tired…

I’m just so very tired.

Mental Health Awareness Month

May is Mental Health Awareness month, and I’m sharing my struggles right now…

I’m headed to the Doctor tomorrow for prescription refills, and a check-up/check in , and all I can say is I really don’t feel well. I’m nervous about talking with the Doctor again, as I haven’t improved. I’m disappointed in myself that I haven’t improved. It’s frustrating, and unnerving, and I have to go.

I have new symptoms, and old symptoms creeping back in again. I don’t know what she is going to say about it all. I’m already feeling rough. I hate this part of my life.