Sigh…how do you tell someone very close to you that you believe that person is suffering from depression? Not just depressed, but depressed. And that you think that depression is causing that person to get and stay physically sick? I don’t know what to do. It was hard enough for me to get help. I don’t regret it a bit, but how to you suggest to someone close to you that that person needs help too?
Right now a tow truck is here, trying to drag my 9 year old Saturn out of the garage because the car won’t move out of park. Please, oh please, let the transmission be fixable. Not ready for another car payment; the $65 tow fee is bad enough.
In forty-five minutes I have the pleasure of taking both boys to the dentist. The last time I took A, it was a 10 minute, $80 visit. Sensory issues SUCK when it comes to the dentist. Let’s hope the lap pad helps this time.
My ISP is dicking me around today, I can’t get to my email. I’m lucky to have internet. I get my internet/email free because Tom has DSL upstairs for his job. One wireless router later, and I have free access. And you know what? You get what you pay for. This happens more than I care to remember. When I had Earthlink, no problems. None, for 7 years. Guess who I’m probably going back to?
Really, things aren’t as bad as they seem. But I’m suffering from a bad case of SSDD. I need a vacation. Thank God the Winter Park scrapbooking retreat is one month and six days away. : )