I'm working on that, too. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you need help. I get so angry with the people who spout about how psychology and psychiatry are just wastes of time. In some ways, I agree, but in most others, I don't. I think that sometimes people need help identifying which areas in their lives are broken and need to be fixed. The people who go to find someone else to blame for the problems in their lives are misinterpreting the whole idea of getting counseling or help. It is my personal belief that no one is at fault for the problems in my life but me. Sure, my parents had a hand in making me the person I am now, but as an adult and with the experiences that I have under my belt, I can choose to let their influence affect how I choose to live my life, or I can try to learn from those mistakes and choose a different way. Sometimes that is not easy. It sounds so trite to just say, "make different choices" when LIVING it, day to day, is so much more complicated. So complicated. So, thats what I am dealing with, constantly.
I woke up last night with a bloody nose. How weird is that? I thought it was just my cold, but something made me think blood and so I got up and checked and sure enough, bloody nose. And a wicked case of nausea and upset tummy....I blame it on the cough syrup that I drank before bed. And the glass and a half of wine that I had with dinner....blood thinners? Maybe. I came across a few websites that claim red wine can act as a blood thinner, so maybe don't mix cough syrup and wine before bed. I didn't even think about it though. Its not like I took them both at the same time. Now THAT would have been cause for vomit. Gross!
Xander is sick, now. He keeps asking for something, but being almost 3, and not yet fully capable of controlling his speech patterns to sound like actual words, I cannot for the life of me tell what he wants. There are the usual constants- hot chocolate, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Cars, but there are a few things that I just can't decipher. It makes him frustrated and I get anxious because I have no idea how to fix it. So I distract him with hot chocolate. That seems to work. :)
(my favorite character from Cars:
did you know, the guy who voiced Red the firetruck--Joe Ranft--died before the movie came out? In a car accident in Mendocino County. That is really sad. )
I'm struggling with the idea of writing when I don't have anything to say, because as someone once said, "Never miss an opportunity to shut up". But blogging when no one will ever read this seems like a therapeutic thing to do. So, with that in mind, I'm out. I'm done. Nothing more to say right now.
I have a headache.
