You know how when your kids were babies, they’d act weird or sleep a lot and you’d just start to wonder what was up and – bam! – they’d hit a development milestone and suddenly it all made sense?
That’s how I feel right now. About myself, not my kids. I can walk and I’m already potty trained (and I’m only 33!), so I’m not entirely sure what to expect. But I just feel restless. It’s hard to explain, because I don’t understand it myself.
I feel… unsettled.
I think part of it is that I’m still trying to figure out what is going on with me physically. In the next few weeks I have appointments with an endocrinologist, cardiologist, and psychiatrist (my other doctors, my husband and my dad think it’s time I stop self-prescribing my anti-depressants based on what I read on the interwebz. I’m fairly confident in my abilities but I am willing to give it a shot).
I took myself off Prozac this week.
Hmm. Related? Perhaps.
In my opinion, there’s not a thing wrong with you that a maid, a nanny, a personal assistant, and a chauffeur can’t fix!
But seriouslies.
I’m praying your team can get your health issues worked out because I think there’s just so much about women that can’t be put into a box and that includes the numbers on our darn blood tests!! Our body chemicals are cray cray.
I love you, and I’m always part of Team Emily, you know!
I’d start with the maid.
Worked wonders for us.
UP
Oh, yes, girl. Lots of balls bouncing at the same time and, even though you are athletic, no one is that athletic. I am UP with UP…housecleaner every week or two. Medical issues are big…when you don’t feel well, even small things seem overwhelming. Love you.
I’ll third the housecleaner.