I've had stressful weeks, but last week was as close to 2004-level anxiety (as in breakdown) as I've experienced. Eating to survive. Poor sleep. And a viral respiratory infection for good measure.
There was the window installation which ran into a kink on Tuesday morning, when I was at M's preschool Christmas party. Apparently, the lintel at the front of the house that holds up the brick wasn't installed properly. When the windows guys took out the old dining room window, the lintel fell. Off. Completely. Not good. And so began my limited appetite.
So I had to call a mason. For $500, he said he could fix it the next day (Wednesday) at 9:00.
Wednesday morning I took G for a visit with our family doc to get a referral for occupational therapy. When I returned at close to 10:00 am, there was no mason. And there was a mix-up in the window company's scheduling so they had to leave before the mason showed up (which he did, although very late). The plan was to fix the lintel and finish the windows today, Christmas Eve.
That Wednesday night continued the limited appetite along with aches and absolute feelings of exhaustion.
Thursday and Friday I felt pretty punk and tried not to do much, but I had M all day both days, Thursday afternoon was our meeting with a psychologist with G, and Friday was class parties. G was a tantruming mess every day of the week except Friday.
My head congestion eased up a bit this weekend, although I am still not 100%. I'm doing only what I have to do and trying to sit, read and rest as much as possible.
There was the window installation which ran into a kink on Tuesday morning, when I was at M's preschool Christmas party. Apparently, the lintel at the front of the house that holds up the brick wasn't installed properly. When the windows guys took out the old dining room window, the lintel fell. Off. Completely. Not good. And so began my limited appetite.
So I had to call a mason. For $500, he said he could fix it the next day (Wednesday) at 9:00.
Wednesday morning I took G for a visit with our family doc to get a referral for occupational therapy. When I returned at close to 10:00 am, there was no mason. And there was a mix-up in the window company's scheduling so they had to leave before the mason showed up (which he did, although very late). The plan was to fix the lintel and finish the windows today, Christmas Eve.
That Wednesday night continued the limited appetite along with aches and absolute feelings of exhaustion.
Thursday and Friday I felt pretty punk and tried not to do much, but I had M all day both days, Thursday afternoon was our meeting with a psychologist with G, and Friday was class parties. G was a tantruming mess every day of the week except Friday.
My head congestion eased up a bit this weekend, although I am still not 100%. I'm doing only what I have to do and trying to sit, read and rest as much as possible.
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