I'm doing fairly well on the workload this morning. I hope it's not giving me a false sense of security.
We're going on vacation in a week and a half, and for some reason I'm really nervous about it. I don't feel ready, like I've forgotten to do something really big.
I also finished watching Torchwood yesterday, which ended very heavy, dark, and depressing, and I'm reading Little Bee, which I'm finding depressing. I think it's all affecting my mood. I'm reading something light next.
Good morning! I feel just like that puppy -- exhausted! My work computer is fixed. Only thing is that it is slower than before it was broken.
Meanwhile, I've had a very exhausting past week and (a lifetime? of) uncertainty ahead. Here are my current trials and tribulations... My middle son (18) seems to be displaying episodes of what I fear is a mental or personality disroder. His birth father was diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder and ended up committing suicide about 10 years ago. Although my son has said he is not hearing voices nor seeing things, he is having episodes of paranoia. He had an episode last Saturday where he stood behind me with a baseball bat, thinking I was sleeping or waiting for me to be asleep. I believe he was going to beat Mr. DS. I managed to get it away from him, but he went on saying how he hates him and doesn't trust him. He leveled out by Sunday and we told him we thought he needed to go to the doctor to be refered somewhere to have an evaluation, and he asked if we'd go with him. Tuesday we were supposed to meet at the doctor's office, but he ditched us (We should have not trusted him to meet us there), and he ended up in Tulsa. He was speeding and crashed his car into a minivan -- (no one was hurt, thank God). The officers told us he was combative when they tried to take him to the ambulance to be checked out, and it took two officers and three emt's to hold him down and sedate him -- he only weighs 130 lbs. He stayed in the hospital for two days for observation. There they found that he has an unusually low heart rate -- it was 38 while sleeping and in the 50's & 60's while awake; also his bloodwork showed an overactive thyroid. We had an appointment today to have an event monitor placed on him, but that was rescheduled for Wednesday. So, at the hospital, he leveled out again and he was released on Thursday. We were to take him straight to the "Brain Research Center" and have him evaluated as outpatient, but when we got there, we were told that we had to make an appointment for outpatient evaluations and they only did inpatient evaluations if they were suicidal, homocidal or had a drug addiction. Meanwhile,he became mildly paranoid that Mr. DS was scheming to have him committed to the looney bin. I was able to talk it out with him later that evening (Thursday), and he went to school on Friday; Prom on Saturday; stayed home Sunday; school today. The hospital scheduled an appointment for him to see our family doctor tomorrow. We will take him, so he can't ditch us this time. He seems OK right now, but he needs to be evaluated to see what is going on and what he/we need to do to help him. I haven't really broke down yet, but I did a little yesterday. It's the hardest thing on the heart to see him go through this and know that if it is a personality disorder, it could get the better of him. Right now, my heart is broken.
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You should fear anything that can bleed for seven days without dying... (as told to Mr. DS on 3-12-10)
Good day, all! I'm actually sort of getting a few things done this morning myself... probably would have been more productive except for the half hour struggle to get my e-mail to function correctly first thing this AM.
Today is sunny and presently 55*. We were supposed to get up into the mid 70's to 80's this week, but suddenly the forecast changed. Now it looks like most of the week will be 50's to 60's. Not going to complain though... better than winter temps.
Yesterday was a bit of a bummer for me, but I guess I'm over it today. Momma called to ask my opinion of her latest decision on the disposition of Donald's house. She has decided that she is tired of making payments on it and no one is going to buy it... hence she is going to let it go. I drove over to look at it as she said it took "some damage" during that hail storm we had about 2 weeks ago. "Some damage" = half of the shingles from the roof are now in the yard and the west wall of the house is riddled with holes in the siding... I counted 21. I seriously doubt that if she turned it into the insurance company that they would want to fix it and would most likely drop her as a customer. Letting it go back to the bank seems like the thing to do. Too bad she didn't listen to me way back when... could have walked away then with $100K in profit if she would have taken the offer she was given. Instead... this. Oh well.
So better day today. I'm making plans to retrieve my gun cabinet from Donald's house. Might have found someone to offload the billiard table on. Getting some work done. Don't feel so punched in the armpits. And best of all, having coffee with the BFF after work.
Hope everybody has a great one.
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That which does not kill me postpones the inevitable.
DS... I'm so sorry for what you are going through (just read that after my post). I hope your son gets the help he needs. There is nothing more frightening than watching a person struggle through something like that. Had a ring-side seat for a couple of the wuzband's psychotic episodes... it was not fun. It is good that you are hanging in there with him to get him the help he needs. I wish you and your family all the best.
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That which does not kill me postpones the inevitable.
And even tougher decisions for you DS. I feel for you. I've had to deal with a little of that (mental illness runs in my husband's family), but not to the extreme that you've been through it. Good luck.
Wow DS, what a heavy load to deal with. Hopefully the doctors can get something figured out to help even things out for him (and thus you too). I get the sense that you're handling it better than I would be able to.
If it weren't that I know I can count on Mr. DS to ride this out with me, I think I wouldn't be handling this so well. But one never really knows their limits until they are tried. Sometimes I feel like "Bring it on!" and then in the same breath, "I'm so scared," and my eyes are welling up with tears and my stomach ties up in knots. In the end, I believe we will not endure more than we can handle -- it's just my luck I was cursed with a high pain tollerance... That was me trying to bring a bit of humor into this, if y'all didn't catch on
Thank you all for thinking about us. It means a lot to me
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You should fear anything that can bleed for seven days without dying... (as told to Mr. DS on 3-12-10)
I'm doing okay. Heading to see John Doe of "X" fame. First, I get to visit with the staff at the local college radio station. Spring fund raiser is just around the corner. I'm hoping to volunteer.
Gee, I hope things come back down to earth for all. Prayers are with you.
Squonk.
P.S. Friday never comes fast enough!
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Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting.
Too bad she didn't listen to me way back when... could have walked away then with $100K in profit if she would have taken the offer she was given. Instead... this. Oh well. 
