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Maine trip continued
Friday night was date night. We knew we we wanted to see if there was local theater here on this trip so we were pleasantly surprised to find Maine’s longest running theater company a mere fifteen minutes from Mom’s house. We were really excited that they were actually in the middle of a run while we are here so we quickly reserved two tickets to the Friday night showing of “Picnic”.
We were hoping to find a coffee shop to sit at for a bit before the show but all we found open in downtown Hallowell were bars. After a walk up and down the main drag it was time for the doors to open anyway so we made our way to the theater and took our seats.
The theater itself was quite lovely. A large spiral staircase led up into the auditorium area where the large space was lightly air conditioned by two window units that were turned off during the show.
The show was nice. The acting was good and the story was easy to get lost in, however the seats were pretty uncomfortable and the heat was pretty overwhelming. Overall it was a very enjoyable show and Rob and I had a really fun time.
Back at Mom’s I relaxed with a large plastic wine glass full of cheap red wine and diet sprite while eating pub mix right out of the canister. I like to keep it classy.
Saturday we didn’t have any plans set. We woke up and putted around the apartment, finally hanging the pictures that mom has been keeping on the floor half two years.
We decided to make Saturday a lazy day. We had a lot going for the rest of the trip so we decided to give ourselves a rest beforehand.
We had Chinese food delivered and watched the Indiana Jones marathon on the TV.
I have to say here that Chinese food is very different in Maine from what we get in California. When I lived here, it was what I was used to, but I forgot all about “chicken fingers” Which are just deep fried chicken tenders in fluffy golden dough that is about a 1/2 inch thick all around the chicken. And fried rice that is so saturated in soy sauce and over cooked that its a deep brown color and so salty and dry that you can barely eat it.
Anyhoo, that didn’t stop us from eating it all.
Sunday morning I slept in and then we got ready to head out to pick up my auntie Donna. She looked really good and was just the spitfire I remembered. Once we had her in the car we drove up to Waterville to meet my cousins Dot and Helen at Governor’s restaurant for lunch. Dottie and Helen looked the same as always. It was very good to see them. Dot had a good hand in raising me when I was a kid. My brother and I spent many nights at her house when my parents weren’t getting along.
Governor’s is a Waterville staple. It has amazing food at good prices and has lots of local favorites like Mac and cheese with hot dogs. 🙂 Mom and I ate there quite a bit when I lived here.
It was just as good as I remembered and if I could, I think I would eat there every meal. 🙂 I got the Haddock Au Gratin and Rob got the New England Benedict(brown bread, baked beans, ham and egg with spicy ketchup) but the most interesting part was the deep fried pickles that we got as an apetizer.
The best part wasn’t the food though, it was getting to hang out with my family.
That night we chilled out in front of the TV again and tried to adjust to the time change. Just for fun, I played around with the Priceline app on my iPad. What I found was I could get a three star hotel in Waterville for 80 bucks after taxes and fees. Well, there was only one three star hotel in Waterville and it was going for over a hundred before taxes, so we knew which one it was and since we figured it was time for a break from our stay at moms, we booked it for the next night.
On Monday we woke up and hit the AHOP for breakfast. That is not to be confused with IHOP. This is the Augusta House Of Pancakes. No affiliation, just awesome breakfasts. I got the breakfast pizza and Rob got the Big Bob’s Breakfast.
Once we had full bellies we went back to moms to pack up and kill some time before check in.
On the way to Waterville we stopped at another Must Eat restaurant for the trip: Big G’s. On the last trip that Rob and I took here there was a little cork board that had some pictures of various people wearing Big G’s shirts and next to that was a rack of the shirts for sale. We bought one each because we love local souvenirs like that. A while later, back home I snapped a pic of Rob playing guitar at the Monterey County Fair wearing that shirt and emailed it over to the restaurant. On this trip it was framed on the wall with an excerpt of the email. Pretty cool.
 
We both got sandwiches and a monster peanut butter whoopie pie 
and headed off to the hotel.
 
We relaxed our faces off that night. I hit the pool and the hot tub and was in bed early. It was sooooooo nice.
To be continued…
Maine Trip Part One
Our latest travel adventure started on Wednesday. We were to take the red eye out that night so we both went to work that day. I’m not a good flier. At All. So I spent all day at work getting more and more nervous about the impending flight. I had pretty much worked myself into a lather by the time I got out of work and we had to drive up to San Jose. Rob’s work ran a little long and with that and the traffic backed up on 68, Rob had gotten himself worked into a different lather about how late we were going to be getting to the airport.
After finally getting on the freeway we calmed down a bit until we missed the airport exit and had to double back around on the other side of the freeway where the traffic was at a standstill. Still, all was fine. We made it to the airport in time to get two seats together on the plane and still had some time to spare.
We had apparently neglected to pick our seats when we first bought the tickets back in April so there had been a chance we weren’t going to be able to sit together on this flight. Since we requested it at the gate we actually got upgraded to the first row which is an “extra legroom” row. It was pretty cool at first until we realized we didn’t have a tray table in front of us. It came up from the armrest and while that might work well for skinny people… *ahem*
It was also right in front of the galley where they prepared the snacks, the pilots entrance was and also where the front lavatory was. That is a lot of activity on a flight where all I wanted to do was sleep.
The flight itself was pretty good and I found myself not nearly as nervous as I thought I was going to be. Once again, just as I was on the drive to and from Gilroy, I was more nervous about BEING nervous. That is so messed up…gotta work on that.
So the five hour flight was pretty smooth. There were little mini tv’s on the wall in front of us so I watched some tv for a while. My eyes started to close after a couple hours so I pulled out my Ipod Shuffle with the white noise on it and put in my headphones but there was no sleep to be had. Everytime I started to drift someone would walk up to the bathroom#I was on the aisle seat# or they would close a loud compartment in the galley. Also, I’m not as young as I used to be and my hips and knees were starting to hurt from being in the seat for so long.
Still, I’m not complaining because I didn’t have any panic attacks and the time passed rather quickly. Once on the ground in Boston, we were faced with a three and a half hour layover. After a small attempt at sleeping in the hard plastic chairs at our gate I decided it wasn’t an option and the dingy carpet didn’t look that inviting so I went off in search of our first Dunkin Donuts coffee of the trip. Cinnamon with cream and sugar. 
Liquid Candy as my sister in law calls it. After that we just played around on our phones and Ipads until it was time to board the little ten seater prop plane. Last time we took this trip we were the only ones on the flight but this time it was nearly full. Including a well over six foot tall man that just looked at the tiny plane with a mixture of terror and doubt. And he did hit his head a couple of times trying to get in.
That flight was more nerve wracking than the first because it was foggy and cloudy so we couldn’t see anything around us. Thank goodness it was only an hour flight.
We landed on time in Augusta without incident. Mom was already at the airport waiting for us so we grabbed our bags and headed out to the car. From there we made a trip to Hannaford’s grocery store to get some supplies 
for the trip before we headed back to moms apartment to settle in for a bit. After relaxing for a bit we headed back out to get some lunch at Damon’s after a quick trip to the pawn shop and a music store for Rob to get a guitar to use on the trip.
Back home I was fading fast so Rob inflated our new air mattress that we had delivered to moms apartment prior to our visit. We showered and relaxed for quite a while before hitting the hay very early evening.
After sleeping for 15 hours I woke up refreshed and ready to take on the rest of my vacation. It was already almost eleven so we got dressed and headed out to Friendly’s for some brunch.
Once our belly’s were full we stopped over to Target to get some more supplies we didn’t realize we needed the day before and now we are back home chilling out for a bit. We just made our own pizza from a kit we got at Hannaford’s and now we are going to shower and get ready for the play we are going to see tonight. It’s called “Picnic” and is playing at The Gaslight Theater in Hallowell. I’m pretty excited about that. Even going to get dressed up. 😀
Anniversaries.
Tomorrow I will have married for 13 years. Tomorrow also marks the 14 year anniversary of the day I met the man that I’ve been married to that long.
I always said I would never get married. Growing up the child of a divorce wasn’t really the deciding factor in it. I just couldn’t fathom the idea of living with someone and getting along with them for the rest of my life. My longest relationship before I met my husband was only six months long. Six months. I got bored really easy. I loved the chase of dating but once the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing happened I was like, NEXT!
Sounds horrible, but it was true. I wanted to find “the one” and fall head over heels in love but I was a realist and if it hadn’t happened, it probably wasn’t going to.
I didn’t intend to meet a man and fall in love on that trip to Vegas in 1999. My intention was to have a fun weekend of drinking and gambling with some new friends that I had never actually met and my mom in an exciting city I had never been to before. And while all of that *did* happen, it was also the weekend I met the love of my life.
He was not physically what I would have said was my type. He did have the long hair going for him, but he was not something I would have picked out in a line up of men I would say I would have been attracted to. Having said that, neither was I for him. But he made me laugh. The connection was definitely helped out by a couple of his friends(our friends now) who both in turn planted a bug in each of our ears that the other might be attracted to us.
Our first kiss happened on the morning of the night we met. We had been up all night gambling with those friends until they finally bid us goodbye so they could go to sleep and we were left alone. He said he would like to walk me to my room and I let him. Once we were there he asked me if I would like to kiss him. Damn, no beating around the bush there! I said that I didn’t know, did he want to kiss me? He said yes and so we did. It was a nice kiss. I was staying in the hotel with my mom so I didn’t invite him in and that was how we left it.
The next day there was more gambling and drinking and kissing. There were meals and things in between but I mostly remember the kissing. We were both staying with people in our hotel rooms so it didn’t amount to anything other than making out in the hallway by the ice machine on my floor until a security guard asked if everything was okay. “Why yes Sir, everything is perfect!”  In our gambling, we had earned enough to get a room of our own but Rob shut me down on that. In the long run, I’m glad he did. If we had slept together in Vegas I’m not sure things would have turned out the way that they did. I might have just chalked it up to what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Who knows?
When I got back home to Maine there was an email waiting from Rob in my inbox. It said: “I just got home and my dog kissed me. You are a better kisser, but he has a longer tongue.” How could you not fall in love with that?? 😀
Over the next month we talked on the phone, emailed and chatted online nonstop. In September, a month after meeting him, he cashed in his frequent flier miles and came out to Maine to visit me for an extended weekend.  When it was time for him to leave, I dropped him off at the airport and came home to where I was living with my mom. I walked in the door and she said: “Well?” I said: “I think I’m moving to Arizona.” She nodded and said that she figured as much.
A month later in October I got laid off at my job at the bank. When that happened, Rob extended the invitation to fly me out to live with him in Arizona. It wasn’t a very hard decision for me to make. I loved my mom and my friends, and had never lived anywhere other than Maine, but I had fallen hard and fast for this man like no other I had ever met and I knew I would be with him for the rest of my life.
A month later in November we took a Thanksgiving trip out to California for me to meet his family. While he was giving me a tour of the school that he went to (Stevenson) he proposed to me.  We were in the chapel. I was up on the part where the preacher stands looking at all the stained glass windows when the clock started chiming twelve noon. I turned around and Rob was on one knee, ring extended.
So that was it. From meeting to engagement in three months. When you know, you know. We were married in Las Vegas a year to the day that we met.
Tomorrow we will have known each other 14 years and been married for 13. I can’t imagine anything else.
Freeing Myself One Step At A Time
I’m terrified of driving on the freeway. So much so that I have refused to do it for most of my adult life. I never used to be. Where I grew up a freeway was two lanes…three tops but that was only when you got into the “big city”. When I was working in Augusta and living in Fairfield I drove the highway daily. Never had a care about it.
When I moved to Arizona I had a preconceived notion about the scary traffic out there and I was pretty much right. I refused to drive on the Arizona freeways. It took me twice as long but I took side streets everywhere. Being a passenger on a freeway didn’t bother me at that point though.
After a few years I started a new and very stressful job. It was during that time I was working long hours and getting little sleep under stressful conditions that I began to get serious anxiety.
I’m sure I’ve written about this before. How I couldn’t walk in wide open spaces without having a panic attack and feeling like I was going to fall over. A parking lot with no cars in it was my nemesis. I developed this weird hunched over, really fast walk if I was alone. If I was with my husband I would cling to his hand and arm like there was no tomorrow.
It was at that point that merely being a passenger on the freeway made me insane with panic. I would drive my husband CRAZY with distraction as I clung to the “Oh Shit” handle and stomped on the imaginary brake the entire trip. He didn’t understand what flip had switched in my brain to turn me into this freak of nature and neither did I.
I went to the doctor and she upped my anti depressant dosage to be used to anti anxiety as well but it didn’t really help. She also gave me Xanax which made me loopy for hours after I took it so I refused to use it.
Eventually we moved from Arizona to California to be nearer to Rob’s parents. We ditched the high stress jobs for much easier ones and my anxiety level dropped. Walking outside was no longer a problem and I felt FREE!
The freeway however, was still a long engrained issue in my brain. I’ve come a long way as far as being a passenger but for 13 years I have refused to go on a freeway other than the 68 that takes me to Salinas.
Gradually I have been expanding my horizons. I’ve taken the freeway to Seaside and home through Carmel with merging and everything.
But driving anywhere out of town and for any length of time, forget it!
The reason I’m telling you all of this is because when it came time to have my weekend away this past weekend, I specifically chose a location outside of my comfort zone to drive to. Price was also a factor, but I liked the idea of giving myself a push. Have something fun and exciting at the end of that scary drive to give me a reward for actually doing it.
I was anxious all day Friday about it. I must have mapped that thing fifty different times and so many of those times I tried to find a way around the highways.  Finally I decided to just freaking do it and I did.
I had several *almost* panic attacks once I got out of my familiar area but I blasted the new P!nk CD on the stereo and sang really loud. I had one moment where I got lost but that was only because my map app directed me in the wrong direction. It was quickly fixed and I arrived in Gilroy with no problems. I had even sort of relaxed by the end of the drive. You can go here to hear about the actual weekend.
On Sunday I had planned to hang out until check out at noon just swimming and relaxing in general but after I woke up at nine I realized I was getting anxious again. The longer I pretended to lay around and watch TV the worse it was getting.
When I stopped for gas I realized that I wasn’t nervous about the drive, I had done that two days prior and it wasn’t that bad. What I began to comprehend was that I was actually getting nervous about the fact that I MIGHT get nervous on the drive. How ridiculous is that???
At that point I just had to laugh at myself and head out on the road.
My app sent me on a different route this time that ironically had MORE freeway on it and I was fine. I was still scared but I realized it was silly to be. Once again as long as I was singing I felt fine. If I stopped for some reason I would start to panic. That’s something I might need to work on, but the fact is that I did it!
I drove an hour out of my way on a freeway twice all by myself! That might sound like a stupid thing to be proud of for a lot of people but for me it is pure joy!
Update on my crazies. :-)
So a little progress report on my weaning off my anti depressants:
I’m down to 20 mg of celexa from 40 mg. I started down by 30 for a few weeks and just started on 20 mgs the end of last week.
There hasn’t been an overwhelming amount of withdrawals yet and I can only imagine that is because I’m still taking a significant amount of the drug. I will admit to being more emotional lately for no apparent reason but that would happen a lot with my full dose of the meds. When I feel the rage start to come in (that’s what it feels like, is just pure rage followed by tears because I cry when I’m frustrated) I am trying to stop and ask myself if the feeling is justified or not. If it isn’t I try to chill out, if it is I let myself feel it and get it out.
For example, last night I couldn’t get an app on my phone link up to my twitter account. Instead of looking up the information on how to do it properly I just kept trying the same thing over and over again knowing full well it wasn’t working until I wanted to huck the damn phone across the room and then chase after it and stomp it to death.
Instead I asked myself if it was really that big of a deal to get the app to work at 8:30 at night when I didn’t even know when I would use it again? No, probably not. So I put the phone aside for a half an hour and when I came back to it I realized exactly what I had to do and fixed it in a few minutes.
On the other side of the coin there was this morning. I left my house at my usual time only to find four white construction trucks blocking the one lane, dead end street that I live on. The drivers were all standing outside their trucks and they all just stared at me, I swear for a full minute, not knowing what to do. Are you kidding me?? I pointed in the direction behind them and they slowly started moving. One got into a truck and moved it a millimeter before getting out and seeing if the additional room he gave me in the one foot space I had to get my car through helped any. Then another one got in another truck and did the same thing. This went on for at least ten minutes before one of my neighbors came out and actually had to start directing them and then me through the tiny space that they were able to free up, literally just leaving an inch on either side to get my car through. All of this insanity made me late for work.
In this instance, I did think my anger and the tears that followed were worth it, so I let myself cry on the way to work. I let it out and then I was fine.
Basically I’m feeling a little less than good, but it seems manageable. I’m going to stay at 20 mg for a while just to let my body get used to it and then I will cut it to 10 and finally wean off altogether. I’m looking forward to no longer being dependent on a pill to determine my mood…I just hope it works.
Theater
I haven’t really hung out with any of my theater friends since 9 to 5 wrapped.
I was having a lot of issues towards the end of that run and I was glad to bid theater ado. It wasn’t theater’s fault it was mine and I just was done dealing with people in general.
I haven’t auditioned for anything since either.
There is a play currently running that stars a bunch of my favorite people and yet I have been putting off seeing it. Twice I have made plans and then backed out on them. I even tried to tonight but my husband was having none of that. I thank him for that.
We went to the show tonight and I felt back at home. Whatever issues I was having during 9 to 5 with my personal life have been resolved and I miss my theater family. Maybe that is the reason itself that I wanted to avoid going. I am always wary of opening up and letting people in my life.
I consider the director of this show one of my closest friends and I hadn’t seen her in months. The mere minutes that we were able to hang out before the show and during intermission felt like home. At the end of the show I was able to hug and hold and talk to, no matter how briefly, the actors that I have come to love and respect and it felt good, and yet hurt at the same time.
I need to stop hiding. I need to embrace my friends again and not care that it means I will have less time to sit on my couch and disconnect with my own reality.
A Life Without Celexa?
As long as I can remember I have been on antidepressants. It’s been so long I don’t even remember the order of them but in the past I’ve been on Prozac, Zoloft, Welbutrin and am currently on Celexa. I’ve been on Celexa since before I met Rob so at least fourteen years. At some point, I just accepted the fact that I will be on them for the rest of my life.
I ran out of my Celexa on Tuesday night, meaning I took my last pill around five on Tuesday. My intention was to stop at the Pharmacy and pick up my refill on the way home from visiting friends Wednesday night therefore I would only miss a couple hours in between doses. Well, I had car trouble that stopped the visit and the stop at the pharmacy. It wasn’t really the thing on my mind after the check engine light went on in my car and it was having trouble shifting(whole other entry right there).
So this morning I got to work and thought of taking my pill, remembering I was out. I evaluated how I felt during the morning and didn’t feel too bad. Nothing out of the ordinary so I got to thinking. What if I just stopped taking it, see what happened? The worst that could happen is I get out of control with my anger and emotions and then go back on it. I’m not exactly a fan of taking a chemical every day to make myself feel better and half the time it didn’t work anyway!
Recently I had started taking a vitamin regimen and was feeling pretty good because of it. It’s a long story but I think I had a vitamin B deficiency and am working on getting that back up to speed. Vitamin B deficiency can cause all the symptoms that I started taking anti depressants for in the first place.  So I though with my new vitamin program making me feel better, maybe it’s time to ditch the prescription.
So on my morning break I researched going cold turkey off celexa and the results were less than favorable–especially if you take the maximum dosage, which I have forever. The preferred method is to taper off the dosage slowly until you are at the smallest dosage and then quit it.  There will still be withdrawals but they won’t be nearly as severe.
Well, the fact that there are severe withdrawals to not taking this drug was reason enough for me to want to stop taking it. It never occurred to me that this could happen because I take my pill every day and have only missed about a day maximum in between doses.
So tonight I picked up my scrip and took my 40 mg dose. Starting tomorrow I’m going to take 30 mg for a while and eventually cut down to 10 and then off. It’s time to see how my mind and body will react to the real world without chemical protection. I may not like it and my husband may eventually beg me to get back on it for his sake, but I’ve got to try.
I’ll keep you posted.
If you care to read, this is the blog entry I found that convinced me I wanted to wean off the drug.
And this was the article that told me not to do it cold turkey
Funny tale of breaking wind
Our dogs don’t fart. We’ve never heard them or smelled them in all the years we’ve been dog owners. I’ve always thought it a little odd because I’ve known dogs that just let them loose and man do they stink! But our dogs, nary a peep or a smell.
I guess it stands to reason because they are on a pretty steady diet of quality dog food. They don’t get table scraps other than the occasional Cheeze It or whatever that falls on the floor. Good quality in, good quality out I guess.
Shilo gets a lot of dog treats when she’s at Rob’s work all day with him. There are certain co workers that Rob gives a box of dog treats here and there because they like to feed her and try and get her to do tricks and the like. It helps her socialize and gives Rob a little break to bring her around to get said treats.
I just found out that they tried a new brand of treats for her. I was sitting here at the laptop on the couch checking facebook as I tend to do when I get home from work and all was quiet in the house. Shilo was chillin on her dog bed on the opposite and of the couch when I heard the tiniest little toot. Rob was outside and Pappy was in the bedroom so I knew they weren’t the guilty parties. I looked over at Shilo and she had this look of shock on her face before she leaned down and sniffed her own butt looking very disgusted at what she smelled.
I fell out laughing. The whole thing was just priceless!
Needless to say those dog treats are going in the garbage. 🙂
Paid Off!
Yesterday marked the paying off of our second to last credit card. Â That’s right, only one left and that is looking to be paid off before the end of the year.
- A new mattress.  This is a pretty important purchase for us since we both tend to have back issues and “sleep wrong” quite often causing back or neck pain.  We’ve had the same mattress since we’ve been together and I don’t know how long Rob had it before that but it’s at least sixteen years old I think.  It’s not falling apart my any means but it’s not especially comfortable either.  But since we’ve been sleeping on it forever we don’t realize how uncomfortable it is until we stay at a hotel or go camping in the backyard with the air mattress. While I’m at it I will probably splurge on all new bedding since we are overdue for that as well.  I think the last time we bought anything it was a “bed in a bag” when we first moved here so that would be 8 years ago next month.
- A new refrigerator. Â We are currently using the fridge that came with the house so I don’t know how old it is. Â It’s a standard fridge with the freezer on top and fridge on the bottom. Â No fancy frills like ice or water but we really don’t need that. Â The fridge does what it is supposed to do. Â It keeps the stuff cool/cold and all that but at some point along the way the seal hasn’t kept the tightest grip and we get a condensation problem. Â Water will drip down from the ceiling of the fridge and pool at the bottom of the fridge. Â The only reason we discovered this was because one day it had gotten so full it just started pouring out when you opened the door. Â So now every so often I have to pull out the crisper drawers and sit down next to the fridge with a turkey baster while I pull out all the water and squirt it into a bowl that Rob periodically empties until I am done. Â I’m sure there is a better way to deal with this problem but this is how we manage it. Â But now there is a mildew problem developing in the seal and I just don’t even want to deal with that so, new fridge it is!
- Deep Carpet Cleaning. Â Our dog Pappy is a pisser. Â He just is. Â He was well over three years old when we got him at the shelter and he hadn’t been fixed. Â They say that if a male dog doesn’t get snipped in the first year he will “mark” his territory for the rest of his life. Â I find this to be true with Pappy. Â He pees in the house if not watched constantly and he’s at home 8 hours a day while we are at work so you do the math. Â It’s frustrating but we don’t have a solution to the problem at this point. Â Our yard isn’t secure to trust him to a doggie door since he is also a runner. Â We do periodic spot treatments but after six years it’s just time to get some professionals in to do the job right.
- New Computer(s).  The “main” computer in the house is about 10 years old and a major source of frustration for my husband.  It’s so old and so full that it locks up at the drop of a hat and he spends most of the time on it shutting it down and rebooting it.  We both have fairly new laptops but Rob accidentally left his out in the rain one day while he took a nap and while it still functions it needs a separate keyboard to hook into it to type anything thus kind of defeating the portability factor. So while I’m cool with my new laptop, I am flirting with the idea of getting an Ipad Mini just for shits and giggles. However, the main computer will for sure be replaced in the near future.
Those are the top four we are currently thinking of. Of course once we get those major purchases out of the way it’s time to start socking money away and create a little nest egg for our retirement.
It’s nice to think of all the things we are going to be able to buy but the bottom line is that getting out from under all that credit card debt is a huge relief. I never thought I would see the day, but I’m glad I am.
Time to be me.
I’ve had a sinus issue for since mid April. That would be a little over two months of not being able to breathe through my nose. It never turned into a cold, I never started blowing green chunks out of my nose…in fact I didn’t blow out much anything at all. I was just congested. Pretty much completely blocked up 98% of the time. Sleeping was next to impossible, my throat was constantly dry and cracking because I had turned into a permanent mouth breather.
No I didn’t go to the doctor. The only thing the doctor would do would be to prescribe me antibiotics and thanks to my finger infection I am already immune to two different kinds thanks! Besides it wasn’t enough to keep me out of work or anything like that, it was just REALLY FREAKING ANNOYING!
After a while it got me into a funk. I was depressed again. My body actually started hurting from the repetative attempts to sniff air through my nasal passages.
Last week I started myself some general health supplements that the person I work for recommends. Just because I’m getting up there in age and forty is just around the corner you know…
This weekend I noticed that I could breathe. Now, there has also been a major shift in climate here. We’ve gone from our normal weather to hot and humid and that is very unusual for us. So I don’t know if it is the vitamins or the weather or neither one, but holy crap I can breathe again!!!!!
*Quickly knocks wood*
So now I am sleeping better and feeling over all amazing in comparison to the crap that I felt like for the last two months.
The whole time I was miserable I took the attitude that I could eat whatever I wanted and didn’t need to exercise. I felt like crap, might as well look like crap.
So now it’s time to reign that shit in. I had never actually financially quit weight watchers so today I’m starting back up on the points plus program and I’m going to get serious.
I have no theater in my immediate future so there is no reason why I can’t start planning my meals and cooking at night and on the weekends for the week.
I feel good, so why not feel better?
I even started writing again.
I’m working chapter three of a novel I’m hoping to publish. I know nothing about publishing but I’m going to look into it if I ever get the book done just to say I have written a book. It’s always been a dream of mine.
Things are looking up in my neck of the woods and I’m glad.
I am a 40 something married woman living in California.
I enjoy knitting and crocheting, watching crap movies, snuggling with my two adorable dogs and trying to be a good person.
