Thanks for visiting my thread! you sound good, too. Except for those ribs, I mean. OW! It is nice you had a chance to catch up on that important reading. How lucky for your D that she has you for a Mom. My D returned from her trip, so far her two favorites are SDState and Cal Poly. Lucky for the pocketbook she doesn't have her eyes on any UC's yet...Unfortunately SDState doesn't have that strong of an Ag Dept. and that is her thing. Of course UCDavis is great for Ag and Forestry and Ecology, etc, but she is determined to "go away" for college. I am a little sad about that but my counselor assures me that my D is very secure to be making that kind of decision. Anyway, I do plan on visiting SD sometime again, maybe this summer. I really liked SoCal...And San Louis Obispo looks pretty nice to me also... I hope you mend soon, It is a good thing I don't know any jokes...Oh yeah, What do you call a deer with no eyes? (no idear) What do you call a painting of a deer with no eyes? (Still no idear!)
Ciao, SG
Survival Goddess "The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any." -Alice Walker
I'll try not to make you laugh, but how about a misery loves company story?
Right after I moved to Colorado, Mr. Wonderful begged me to learn how to ski. I had a very colored image of it, given that I went out with a guy back east who took me for the first time and dumped me at the top of a blue hill and said "see ya later"! Skiing held little appeal to me. But my brother came out for Christmas and begged me to go too.
They made me promise to take a lesson, and if I hated it, they wouldn't ever ask again. Needless to say, I loved it, got the hang of it pretty quickly, and then spent the next week hitting the slopes with my guys.
On New Year's Day, we hit Breckenridge, and Mr. W. set off to do a black run, so my brother and I headed up the hill together. I got my pole stuck in my ski bindings somehow, and then hit a patch of ice. Not only did I have a yard sale, I took the pole to my chest on my way down.
My brother quickly made it down the mountain and was pretty concerned... saying, "Bets, I have been skiing my entire life and I've NEVER seen someone do what you did, and do it so badly." I couldn't breathe properly for a month... and my whole chest region was bruised a lot longer than that.
I feel for ya. Here's to taking it easy.
Hugs,
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Thanks SG Well, my ribs are getting better - in that I no longer have to take Vicodin and I haven't cried from the pain in almost a week - but they definitely still hurt too much to hug or lift or make whoopie I'm three weeks out and usually 6 weeks is a rule of thinmb for healing an uncomplicated fracture, but I think I'll probably feel a lot better in another week.
Hanging in with my D, found out this week that she was hiding her Prozac in her cheek (when she would stick out her tongue to "show" me she'd swallowed it) so now I actually have to sweep her mouth with my finger after she swallows her meds Amazing how this disease can take a totally honest, trustworthy child and turn them into a manipulative sneak - she's going to watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers tonight, I wonder if she'll see herself in it????
Still, despite this setback, I feel like we are making progress. Thank god for DBing, it has taught me to appreciate the baby steps and not sweat the backslides, even to expect them
D is seeming to understand more of the intellectual level stuff (not that that changes the irrational, anxious stuff) and I plan to start some structured behavioral therapy with her and her brother aimed at their OCD stuff, which hopefully will lead into some overlap with her anorexia. (Anybody interested in this should bet the book Brainlock by Scwartz, details his behavioral therapy approach for OCD).
Her weight is stable at a healthy level now. The urge to purge is still present. She still has delusional thoughts about being "fat" but they seem less intrusive than they were.
Went out to dinner last night with my H, he finally admitted to me what I've known for a while, that he's struggling with his depression again. Tried to talk to him about the possibility of increasing his Prozac since he's on a tiny dose - half of a regular starting dose. This whole thing with our D has really thrown him for a loop, plus his back problems have been acting up too.
I feel the weight of worrying about him and D at the same time (not to mention S12's worrisome OCD symptoms). But I am tough enough for the task, and know I cannot fail with all my excellent DB training and all you wonderful people to draw support from
Poor H - D asked to go surfing today - big positive because usually she's too delusional about her "fat" appearance to want to get in her wetsuit (she used to LOVE surfing). So H takes her to the beach, she starts to get wiggy, he coaxes her into the water but she comes out after 15 minutes, deep in her eating disorder funk. I'm so disappointed for him, because he loves surfing with her so much, and it's so breaking his heart to see her this way.
Still, it was a baby step for her to WANT to go, even if she couldn't quite follow through on it - and we all know how inportant those baby steps are, don't we?
