I was unceremoniously forced to switch to the new blogger. Fuckers.
Thanks for all the comments on my last post. O does get special services thru her school. She has an IEP and they make accommodations for her and give her extra help where and when she needs. It's been good.
I just worry. And the other night, I was worrying more than usual. I shouldn't stay up late like that because my brain goes into overdrive and I veer towards morose. Maudlin, sometimes, even.
I figured out why, though. I quit taking the Paxil. I know, I know, it's stupid. I shouldn't have done it on my own and I am paying the price. I feel like ass. I have vertigo. My eyeballs feel like they're being squeezed. My throat is killing me and my fingers feel like their operating with thick gloves on. This is quite unpleasant.
I guess I should call the psychiatrist. I still haven't done that. I don't know why. I'm a wuss, I guess.
I can't even crawl off and die today. I have to go get car insurance, go to story time, go to the registry and re-register the car, go to the bank and the market and take care of a crabby, cranky 12 year-old, a two year-old who is two in every. fucking. sense of the word and a baby who will not let me out of her site for a nanosecond. That little trait is getting really old. Oh, and she's also not sleeping. Which is fanfuckingtastic.
I can't wait for this New York trip. My god, I need a break.