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Fragility

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There have been a lot of recipes and lists around here lately, I’ve noticed. Not so much with the personal stuff. Not that I talk all that much about how I’m feeling, anyway. But I know that I’ve been avoiding it these last few months. Because I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather put on a happy front and let you think we’re all cake and dancing over here. And it is that, a good deal of the time. But there’s also this undercurrent that I just can’t shake.

Here’s the thing: I thought I was going crazy for a while there. I thought the birth control I chose after Pete was born was causing it, so I went to the doctor to tell him to remove it. I wrote out a list of the symptoms and took it in with me. (I was going to transcribe it here, but I can’t find it. It was something like this: “I’m so angry and I can’t stop crying and Sarah Palin! The winking! It makes me furious!” Yes, that was on the list. Really.) But the doctor didn’t say, “Yes, of course it’s the Mirena! Good-bye, Mirena!”

He said I was stressed out, that I have PMDD, a kind of uber-PMS. Featuring delightful symptoms such as:

  • Feelings of deep sadness or despair? Check.
  • Feelings of tension or anxiety? Oh, golly yes.
  • Panic attacks? One or two.
  • Mood swings!
  • Crying!
  • Lasting irritability or anger!
  • Apathy or disinterest in daily activities and relationships?
  • Difficulty concentrating!
  • Fatigue!
  • Feeling “out of control.”

    So, yeah, it sure sounds like I’m a textbook case. But I was angry, because I didn’t want this to be me. I wanted an outside cause for this. Something we could take care of easily. Something that was beyond my control, but within my control to stop. If that makes any sense. Which it doesn’t, I know. But like I said: Going crazy.

    That was — as the Palin reference would suggest — back in October or so. My angry self got a second opinion, which was pretty much the same as the first. I still haven’t filled the Zoloft prescription the doctor gave me, because the possible side effects sort of freaked me out. I’ve been trying to reduce the stress levels with exercise and time alone, etc. That was working pretty well for awhile, but the stress level has ratcheted up several notches recently. So here I am again, feeling a little crazy.

    I’m not anti-medication. I’m afraid the side effects will be worse than the crazy. And, to be honest, I just want to be stronger than this. But I’m beginning to think that I’m not. Maybe I should just take the darn Zoloft.

    I’d appreciate your prayers and any helpful advice you might have. But please don’t give me any lip or snark. It’ll just give you bad mojo, and nobody wants bad mojo.

    • Family matters

    Rise and shine, sleepyheads

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    I have never been a morning person. I’ve never had a job that required me to get up terribly early, but none of them have started at the time I’d ideally be up and at ’em. Say, 10 o’clock. So I’ve always been reliant on the alarm clock to wake me.

    The problem with an alarm clock, though, is that it’s oh-so-easy to make it hush.

    I discovered early on that I have a bad habit of hitting the snooze button until I’m perilously close to being late. Some people remedy this by marrying an early bird who won’t allow them to sleep in. My husband, though, is an even worse snooze-button offender than I am.

    But we found a solution. We moved the alarm clock across the room, well out of arm’s reach. While it didn’t completely solve the problem, it definitely lessened the chance that we’d be late. It’s much harder to fall completely back asleep when you have to toss off your covers and stand up to hit snooze.

    Now, I have to admit that the when we moved, someone put the clock right back on his nightstand. The rampant snoozery hasn’t been too bad so far. If it gets out of hand, though, I’ll know just what to do.

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