Ellie, I was certain you'd chime in when there was a medical situation afoot. I do appreciate your thoughts, which made me feel not quite so crazy. Thank you.
Ahhh... Zoloft. I went to see my GP who went ahead and prescribed Zoloft. I know it's a little rough at the ramp up, but I'm at the edge of edgy. I can sit perfectly still, but I really want to run down the hall shaking my hands in the air. Last week, my H couldn't get me to stop screaming at him, now he can't get me to stop talking so he can sleep.
Still, I've managed to remain depressed enough for the past five days that I haven't yelled at him. I think he feels differently, because we're still hashing out a stupid argument from last weekend. I don't care what he says, he can't convince me that I didn't hand him the grocery list I handed him; nor can he tell me that I planted it in his pocket later... and neither did the dog ... AND that joke is wearing thin. I'm the one going to therapy; and he's the one who weaves me into conspiracy theories so he doesn't have to admit he was wrong about being given a grocery list.
All that aside, I think it's been a good week. H and I are very busy with the Italian conversation group. This week someone hooked me up with another culture group; and we went to a mixer. I was so proud of H. He was outgoing, gracious, and charming. He was even talking me up. I rarely see him like that in groups, so it was nice to see him relaxed and meeting people. I'm really glad for both our sakes that we're doing this together.
My GP is also sending me to a cardiologist to check out my heart murmur residual from a congenital defect. He's the first doctor in 34 years to think it ought to be checked. H is thrilled at this news. I've agreed with H that it ought to be checked, but now I can say that my doctor is making me do it. I expect everything will check out fine, but it will be nice to know for sure.
