Okay, where's everyone finding these hot photos of themselves!! Even you, Tiger!
My first thought on seeing your photo, Tal? Is her H NUTS!!!!!
I have heard of SSRI's being used for PMDD, I've never heard of them being administered in a two weeks on two weeks off fashion, however.
Well today was tiring. Lecturing on technical stuff (neurons and brain function, clinical assessment) with sore feet and a sore throat.
Got in to see "a" doctor today...my guy is taking over some kind of residency program and hence his insane schedule of late. Got a mandatory med renewed, that's it.
Kidney is still barking, low fever persists, but right now the worst is the sore throat. I make my living with my voice...so it's hot water and lemon, salt gargles, and as little talking as possible.
CJ did several nice things today (picked up breakfast, drove me to work, bought groceries) but by the time I got home, I was so tired and sore and YUCK that I had a few "moments".
First I made an issue out of some frozen ground beef not having time to thaw for chili...(cranky when there's not time for lunch ).
Then when I got home from the doctor and some house supply shopping the smell of...something: stale house, kitty litter...hits me. I ask CJ if he cleaned out the litter boxes (it was garbage day today). He did. I proceed to open the front door to get some air in (quite chilly out here now), then go into the back room to sit.
This is, of course, the room with the lingering odiferous memories of cat "mistakes" long since past...and their scratching post (made of lovely carpet that they tear out in hunks ). The two loungers in there are also cat beds during the day.
I guess it all just hit me. CJ had vacuumed last week, but our vacuum (which hasn't been working properly in over a year) has started giving out about 75% of the way through. So this back room was the victim last week.
That night I mentioned to CJ that when he does finish, please be sure to suck up the "cat" growing in the corners of the gold chair (I mean a whack of fur! ).
It just didn't get done, and I couldn't bear the thought of sitting in there. So I grabbed the vacuum and started, only when I tried to clean the chair I noticed that there was NO suction at all. VERY FRUSTRATING!!!
I asked CJ if he'd noticed it...on and on. He did call me into the kitchen to ask what was wrong, and I told him that I felt ill (full details) and frustrated. He said it was coming out on him, and I suppose it was.
There was an undercurrent of "Why didn't YOU finish this?"...but when I look at all the other stuff he's doing, it doesn't seem fair. Just hard to keep the PMA up when you're feeling so crappy!!!
I'm also more than a bit worrieed that I may need kidney surgery sooner rather than later. Thing is, I'm the sole income now and I have NO benefits whatsoever. As a "Contract Lecturer" they can get away with this.
It means if I miss more than two weeks, my job for the year is history.
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