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Jan. 21st, 2025 02:00 pmThree day weekend was not great. Friday I developed some sort of stomach pain/cramps that kept me from doing anything but laying down, with occasional writhing. I took pain meds and went to bed early, hoping to sleep it off. It finally cleared up on Saturday afternoon, its origin and identity to remain a mystery.
Sunday I woke up deeply depressed, and stayed that way all day long. No sewing or cooking or much of anything was done.
Monday I finally had my doctor's appointment. I talked about my depression, which has been steadily worsening over the past few months. I told her that usually when it gets bad like this that it's usually an indication that my thyroid meds need adjusting, but she also suggested that I try going on Wellbutrin for a while. We're going to wait until my labs are back to see my thyroid numbers, but I think I'm going to request going on Wellbutrin anyway, because this sucks. Fingers crossed, because I would like to finally not feel like garbage.
After the appointment I went to Joann's to try and use up my gift card. I tried to find a black satin that matched what I'm using for the natural form gown, but had no luck at all (not surprised.) I hit two different locations, the small local one and the super store on the other side of town, and struck out in both places. So, instead I found a bolt of some blue paisley fabric that I'd hidden away during my last visit, and I bought the entirety of that yardage for a future dolman. It will make a good wearable mockup for the black wool dolman I plan to eventually make, since I don't think it's getting done by Navasota.
Last night was the worst the baby has had, by far. It started as a normal mid-night wakeup around 2AM, and I managed to get her back to sleep with the usual methods, but then Tibby, little asshole that he can be, decided that it was a good time to practice his yodeling in the hallway outside the baby's door. This woke her up, but I again managed to get her back to sleep. That was unacceptable to Tib, and he howled outside her door again (he wanted in the bathroom to drink the faucet water, since we kept it dripping because of the freezing temps), and she woke up again. I thought I'd gotten her down, but 20 minutes later I heard her fussing, which then devolved into a full-blown meltdown which lasted for 3 hours. M and I tried everything, but she was so beside herself that she started that hiccupping sob thing and there was nothing to do but ride it out. We eventually brought her into bed with us and let her settle down there, and once she'd completely exhausted herself, transferred her back to her own bed.
At that point I reset my alarm for as far as I could push it, passed out, and woke up around an hour later when the alarm went off. I feel like warm death today.
Sunday I woke up deeply depressed, and stayed that way all day long. No sewing or cooking or much of anything was done.
Monday I finally had my doctor's appointment. I talked about my depression, which has been steadily worsening over the past few months. I told her that usually when it gets bad like this that it's usually an indication that my thyroid meds need adjusting, but she also suggested that I try going on Wellbutrin for a while. We're going to wait until my labs are back to see my thyroid numbers, but I think I'm going to request going on Wellbutrin anyway, because this sucks. Fingers crossed, because I would like to finally not feel like garbage.
After the appointment I went to Joann's to try and use up my gift card. I tried to find a black satin that matched what I'm using for the natural form gown, but had no luck at all (not surprised.) I hit two different locations, the small local one and the super store on the other side of town, and struck out in both places. So, instead I found a bolt of some blue paisley fabric that I'd hidden away during my last visit, and I bought the entirety of that yardage for a future dolman. It will make a good wearable mockup for the black wool dolman I plan to eventually make, since I don't think it's getting done by Navasota.
Last night was the worst the baby has had, by far. It started as a normal mid-night wakeup around 2AM, and I managed to get her back to sleep with the usual methods, but then Tibby, little asshole that he can be, decided that it was a good time to practice his yodeling in the hallway outside the baby's door. This woke her up, but I again managed to get her back to sleep. That was unacceptable to Tib, and he howled outside her door again (he wanted in the bathroom to drink the faucet water, since we kept it dripping because of the freezing temps), and she woke up again. I thought I'd gotten her down, but 20 minutes later I heard her fussing, which then devolved into a full-blown meltdown which lasted for 3 hours. M and I tried everything, but she was so beside herself that she started that hiccupping sob thing and there was nothing to do but ride it out. We eventually brought her into bed with us and let her settle down there, and once she'd completely exhausted herself, transferred her back to her own bed.
At that point I reset my alarm for as far as I could push it, passed out, and woke up around an hour later when the alarm went off. I feel like warm death today.