Thanks a bunch. I mentioned your advice to DH, but was too tired to do anything about it. A couple of days later, when I came for lunch, I basically passed out on the couch. He got pretty worried, and ran out to pick up some iron.
Anyway, I started taking that, and could actually tell a difference pretty quickly. I am feeling muuuuuch better now...not good, but better. I am still really tired, and I still have the shakes, but at least I can write this message without feeling like I'm going to pass out. That is a huge improvement. I can't recall ever feeling that lousy before. I can deel with being tired, but having my mind shut off just made me nuts!
I hate doctors. (No offense, Ellie.) I've been to four different ones since I moved here, and have yet to find one that I am okay with. Just a pet peeve of mine. Maybe I'm not clear enough, but it sure seems like they don't really listen to me. I had finally found one back in the midwest I really liked...but that's 2000 miles away now.
So, now I have another problem...and not sure how to wrangle it. The last few conversations with my mother have been very odd. I didn't tell them I had been pregnant when I was out there a couple of weeks ago--didn't want to worry them about the miscarriage. Anyway, lately my mom has been complaining about my dad.
A lot.
I think his retirement hasn't lived up to her expectations.
Anyway, she told me some things when I was out there for the weekend. And then, in her last email, she mentioned something else. I made the mistake of trying to give some (very light) advice. I should have just avoided the subject, but I'm tired of avoiding everything with my parents.
Anyway, she was really upset by it. My guess is she felt I wasn't being supportive. Okay, she said she "wouldn't confide" in me anymore, and basically refused to talk to me when I called her today. She was crying on the phone, and basically told me not to call her back.
I do not want to get involved in their relationship. They are my parents, and I feel it's inappropriate for me to be in that role. However, I also don't want my mom to just quit talking to me.
sigh
She reminds me a lot of H prebomb. She is sounding a bit WAWish, the bits and pieces I get. The selfish side of me wants to stick my nose in because I do not want them divorced. However, I know better...
Guess I'm just trying to figure out how to set appropriate boundaries in regards to what she tells me, as well as get her to talk to me again. I have a bad feeling this could become a big riff on her end if I don't handle it right.
I know she's depressed. Reminds me a lot of how H reacted to stuff when he was at the worst. While that does give me some clues on how to proceed, at the same time, it gives me the nastiest feeling because it reminds me of all the crap I went through.
Really, just rambling...trying to get my thoughts in order...
I mentioned your advice to DH, but was too tired to do anything about it. A couple of days later, when I came for lunch, I basically passed out on the couch. He got pretty worried, and ran out to pick up some iron. 
