My Modded Med Box
So… yea. I’ve been on the Celexa for one week. Dude. The difference is amazing. It’s like my life has been a huge wavelength, and I’ve been riding the wave this whole time. But now, I’m finally on that median line. My emotions are under control! I can function!
Even more awesome, the current dosage seems to be perfect for me. I’m not a total zombie, but I’m not out of control either. Proof positive, for me anyway, that God knew I needed this medicine – I have not had any side effects! Woo!
Now, we have had our share of trouble. Mostly though it’s due to kids who are conditioned to not respond until mom hits “that point”. But we are working on listening & obeying Mom without waiting for the yelling.
Speaking of yelling, I’m excited to share – I haven’t yelled at anyone in a week! WOO! Can I get an AMEN?? Dude! Thank you dear Jesus for making people who were smart enough to make this wonderful medicine. I am finally becoming the mom I always wanted to be! Oh, it’s so awesome.
So yea… the meds are working great. *S*
Lane Ropes, found at sxc.hu courtesy of Albertip,
I love swimming. When I was much younger, we had a pool in the backyard. I practically lived in it all summer long. I even invented my own unique way of swimming, I called it the Froggie because I would kick my legs out like a frog. Imagine my disappointment years later when I learned that the “Froggie” was actually called the Breaststroke, and I hadn’t invented it at all. *S*
We moved when I entered 6th grade, but the new neighborhood had a community pool & membership was one of the neighborhood perks. Throughout middle school and high school I swam on the community team in the summer. I was ok, it was hard to compete against kids who were swimming year round in the public school system, but I managed to have fun anyway.
I’ll never forget the year I came in 7th place in Divisionals for my 50 meter breaststroke. To me, it might as well have been first place. It meant that I was the 7th fastest kid in the biggest age group (15-18) in the whole division. I missed out on Regionals by just a fraction of a second, but I didn’t DQ, and I gave it my best against kids who had way more practice time. Awesome.
So why this trip down memory lane?
This past week, my kids started swim lessons. The smell of the cholrine water takes me back. The lane ropes beckon. Oh how I long to slice through the water. Yes, I’m sure my old swim coach would find this highly ironic, but… I actually want to swim laps.
I don’t know what they were playing, but from the other room I heard:
GeekBoy: “No! you can’t use that, you need a chainsaw!”
BigBoy: “A chainsaw, right! I’ll buy it on amazon.com!”
I’m not sure I want to know. Also, I think I need to hide the credit cards…
Wow. I’ve prolly written a million blog posts in my head over the last few weeks. I’m still trying to catch up with my flickr uploads…. so much has happened I’m not sure where to start…
So… yea. There was this. Then this. It’s pretty obvious I have a problem. So I went and got my labs drawn for that Thyroid test. Hoping I’d get the Synthroid and have the same results as last time.
My thyroid level came back – perfectly normal. The short version of the story is that my doc gave me a high dose of Vitamin D to take once a week, and Celexa. I took the vitamin D alone that night, and the next morning, I felt great! I looked around and saw everything that I had let slide, and just got to work. I had energy! I wasn’t happy… but I wasn’t down either… I just… was. The vitD seemed to do the trick, but by the end of the week, I was really worn out, and down. Not a big problem, I figured I’d take the next dose and get the same bump. So when time came, last Monday, I took the next dose. Instead of a big energy high, I slid very quickly back down the hill. The roller coaster of emotion ran completely off the track yesterday. It was not pretty.
So I prayed. I’d reached a point where I needed help. That’s when God reminded me of the Celexa. I was hoping to stay off anti-depressants. But I couldn’t handle the wild emotional swings anymore. so I took one last night.
Dude.
Today was the best day I’ve had in… I don’t even know how long, it’s been that long. I didn’t loose my cool at all. I laughed. I haven’t laughed in a while. I laughed so hard this morning because of this guy:
“Hey mom! Know what my shirt says?” he says to me with the biggest smirk ever.
He looks down at his chest, and reads,
“Labtuf!”
Dude… This kid cracks me up.
We dyed Easter Eggs. It was actually kinda fun.
The hilight of my morning though, was when my four year old son asked, “Mommy? How do you spell Easter?” The my son proceeded to write each letter as I said them.
It’s even more amazing to me because, I have not taught him how to write.
