It was a busy Easter weekend full of company, meals and gatherings.
My sister and her partner and their two-and-a-half year old Sprout were staying here for the last few days. He’s a busy, busy boy, that Sprout. My house is full of very interesting and appealing things, all of which had to be moved out of his reach. So most of my stuff is on the ceiling now, except for Duncan’s toys and my Groucho Marx glasses.
Last night I made Easter dinner for eight of us. My brother and brother-in-law, my sister and brother-in-law, Sprout, my son, GC and me. Turkey with all the fixings. GC’s newest recipe for tsimmis (sp?) was a big hit. Everybody wanted the recipe. It’s got carrots and apricots and pineapple and prunes in it.
The weather in Ottawa was ridiculously nice this weekend. Sunshine and 27 Celsius degrees. It was crazy. GC and I went to look at our garden allotment plot so we could start thinking about planning our garden. (We mentioned this to my brother last night, who thought ‘garden allotment plot’ sounded like a cemetery plot used for growing vegetables until we die, which is actually quite a brilliant idea.)
I think the drugs are starting to kick in. I feel a little bit better.
Maybe Sprout kicked in. Two-and-a-half year olds can do that. The eleven years I spent at co-operative nursery school (our girls were done in three) were some of my happiest ever. In any case, I’m glad you feel a little better.
I’m sure you know this but it can take a while to tweak meds and doses until you are feeling the way you should be feeling. Don’t get discouraged if it works a bit and then stops or doesn’t continue improving- just make sure you keep giving your dr. feedback and keep at it. (Not sure if you are under the care of your family dr. or a psychiatrist- the psychiatrists are the true experts, so don’t be afraid to ask for a referral if you need more help- I highly, highly recommend the Mood Disorders Clinic at the ROH.)
I’m so glad you are feeling even just the teensiest better- you are on your way
Yay for feeling better (even a little bit)! And, no, I was not a cheerleader in my teens… although I may have been one in a (really recent, obviously) previous life. Hugs to you from the Sunshine State!
Good for you, getting the help you need. I know what a struggle it is just to feel “normal” after major life events: my cancer was diagnosed & excised 11 years ago, and it’s taken a lot of time to get to feeling like myself again. But it’s ok to be someone other than the folks we were before the cancer/job loss/divorce/what have you, as changes are part & parcel of living. God bless, & take care of yourself.
And I must say – it was an awesome dinner!
Cheers!