Back in the beginning of time when I started this blog (otherwise known as five months ago) I was really not doing well with my Depression. I was dipping down from being mildly Depressed to being moderately Depressed. Which means that things got bad enough that even I noticed. At the time much of the advice I got (good advice, mind you) was that I should spend more time outside taking contemplative walks in the woods. Quiet. Green space. Unplugged. Unfortunately, my allergies in the spring are such that the woods experience is neither meditative nor quiet. My sneezes frighten away the birds. And when I blow my nose it honks so loudly that Canada geese are fairly certain they are being called to arms for some ill-conceived war with the mallards. Now that I am also allergic to cats (which I have) and dust (which I have-- and perhaps should also think of as a pet) I am thinking of getting allergy shots. They worked for my brother. And it would certainly be nice to not be trapped inside with the air conditioner on just so I can breathe. I need to get a pneumonia vaccine anyway. I think I will make the call today to get an appointment with my allergist. Brownie points for me: I updated my Google Calendar so it no longer has me picking up my second grader at preschool or tells people that I will be at a job that I no longer have. I did not put my next psych nurse practitioner appointment on there. It is for six months out. I might call them to find out when it is if I can't find the tiny slip of paper I wrote it on. Today I will not attempt to do everything, but I will do something. I will not have an awesome day, but it will have awesome moments. Grateful Crap: Experiencing the following exchange while driving through downtown Duluth, Minnesota... 7yo: What is that? (pointing to a building in downtown Duluth) Me: That's ______ Magazine. (reading the sign outside said building) 2yo: NO! THAT'S A BUILDING! Daily Convexions: took meds in the morning wrote this blog before nine pm will attempt to declutter some will attempt to do regular stuff some P.S. started doing violin lessons with my oldest. Once a week. Because we don't need to add another thing for him to go to, but his orchestra teacher thought he would benefit from lessons. I will keep you posted on the wisdom of this venture. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |