Debrief: noun
- 1.
a series of questions about a completed mission or undertaking.
There are about 4 days left in 2015.
Thank. God.
I've actually typed 2016 on accident more often than I can count because I'm THAT READY for this year to just shut up and die.
Thank. God.
I've actually typed 2016 on accident more often than I can count because I'm THAT READY for this year to just shut up and die.
We aren't going to talk about my having a second surgery (this one major) because the first didn't work.
I'm not retelling the story of when I sort of almost died....and then immediately had to deal with all sorts of BS.
I'm not retelling the story of when I sort of almost died....and then immediately had to deal with all sorts of BS.
No, we're just going to do a quick rundown of the last few weeks.
Because, trust me, that's enough for me right now.
SO. Several weeks ago my psychiatrist upped my Prozac dosage because my depression was coming back. (It always does during the holidays) That means I'm currently adjusting to a new dosage....which can take 1-2 weeks depending on the person. Yay.
On December 19th (4 days after my 9 year wedding anniversary and the week before Christmas) my abusive ex-boyfriend sent me a message on Facebook.
Seriously? Because WHY NOT, right?
I'll do a big post coming up about THAT debacle because I'm still not quite ready to unpack that box of crap.
Basically: Screw him. He's still an ass and I'm better off without him anywhere near my life.
Because, trust me, that's enough for me right now.
SO. Several weeks ago my psychiatrist upped my Prozac dosage because my depression was coming back. (It always does during the holidays) That means I'm currently adjusting to a new dosage....which can take 1-2 weeks depending on the person. Yay.
On December 19th (4 days after my 9 year wedding anniversary and the week before Christmas) my abusive ex-boyfriend sent me a message on Facebook.
Seriously? Because WHY NOT, right?
I'll do a big post coming up about THAT debacle because I'm still not quite ready to unpack that box of crap.
Basically: Screw him. He's still an ass and I'm better off without him anywhere near my life.
The night before the 23rd my husband's Christmas gift to me arrived...
A stomach bug.
I literally spent the night climbing out of bed to stumble into the bathroom and pray for death in between dry heaves.
The entire next day I ate Sonic ice (you can buy it by the bag) and Gatorade with a spoon. Eventually I noshed on some Saltine crackers and medicated enough to sleep.
I was able to sleep most of the day on Christmas Eve....while my husband and mother-in-law readied everything for our big dinner we were hosting.
Yep. Big dinner. While I was still dehydrated and malnourished. Thankfully it had been over 24 hours since any sort of gross incident so I felt safe being around people.
Safe....Not good.
A stomach bug.
I literally spent the night climbing out of bed to stumble into the bathroom and pray for death in between dry heaves.
The entire next day I ate Sonic ice (you can buy it by the bag) and Gatorade with a spoon. Eventually I noshed on some Saltine crackers and medicated enough to sleep.
I was able to sleep most of the day on Christmas Eve....while my husband and mother-in-law readied everything for our big dinner we were hosting.
Yep. Big dinner. While I was still dehydrated and malnourished. Thankfully it had been over 24 hours since any sort of gross incident so I felt safe being around people.
Safe....Not good.
Christmas Day arrived bright and early, per usual. I can't even be mad because...come on.
I did, however, get frustrated when my children managed to lose pieces to the set I bought them pretty much immediately.
Admittedly, I was in a bad place anxiety/depression wise that morning anyway. Fighting with each other and me didn't help.
I crawled into bed as soon as I got home from visiting family and slept.
Yesterday we dropped my mother-in-law off at the airport and ran a few errands....listening to kids bitch about how long it was taking the entire time.
So yeah, I wish I could say this was an awesome holiday and give a glowing report of how things went...but as my children sit 2 feet from me literally punching each other I just...can't.
I did, however, get frustrated when my children managed to lose pieces to the set I bought them pretty much immediately.
Admittedly, I was in a bad place anxiety/depression wise that morning anyway. Fighting with each other and me didn't help.
I crawled into bed as soon as I got home from visiting family and slept.
Yesterday we dropped my mother-in-law off at the airport and ran a few errands....listening to kids bitch about how long it was taking the entire time.
So yeah, I wish I could say this was an awesome holiday and give a glowing report of how things went...but as my children sit 2 feet from me literally punching each other I just...can't.
I'm counting down the days until 2016.
Not because I plan on celebrating New Year's Eve (puh-lease) but because I'm damn well ready for 2015 to be over and done with. DONE. NO MORE. GO AWAY.
I'm considering a PO Box just so I can shamelessly ask strangers to send me chocolate because my bank account doesn't support my current need.
If you know where I live please feel free to drop some at my door step and walk away slowly. Bonus if you bring alcohol too.
Not because I plan on celebrating New Year's Eve (puh-lease) but because I'm damn well ready for 2015 to be over and done with. DONE. NO MORE. GO AWAY.
I'm considering a PO Box just so I can shamelessly ask strangers to send me chocolate because my bank account doesn't support my current need.
If you know where I live please feel free to drop some at my door step and walk away slowly. Bonus if you bring alcohol too.
Good-bye 2015
You suck.
You suck.
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