Good morning 
I supposed we could entitle this blog confessions. 
First of all I have struggled a lot with emotions while being sick with this bug. I have not been accepting of what God put on my plate. Okay I’ve been down right angry about it.
Something along the lines of….if God felt fit to give me a plate full with my kids being the ages they are, and their health conditions, don’t ya think he could have kept me healthy? whine, whine, whine.
I KNEW it was a wrong attitude, but couldn’t get past it. 
I’m almost past the tude. And continuing to pray with it.
Second confession…I keep going off my paxil. And it hasn’t been pretty. Yesterday I went into hysterics over the fact that I couldn’t get something to work on the computer. and yes I mean hysterics. Fortunately my kids were sent upstairs at the beginning of the hysterics, and fortunately my dh didn’t say a word just let me be hysterical and waited me out. (VERY VERY VERY WISE MAN)
When I came down off the ceiling…….I did some heavy thinking. And it wasn’t fun. I also had a nice long chat with a net friend who also deals with depression, and was raised in a house with depression. And she helped me think too. Thanks friend!!!!
Anyhoo so last night when the house was quiet, I talked with Rob and confessed that I had AGAIN gone of the #$@*&( paxil. And he just took it quietly. And I told him I was contracting with him to go on and stay on it for 6 months. Until Rainee was a year old. At that time with the doctors advice and blessing I’d go off it gradually if we felt (together) that that was the right thing to do.
See I originally went on it for 3 months, and that 3 months was up 3 months ago…and I resent very much the fact that I still NEED it.
But I do…and it is much wiser to admit I need it, then to become a crazy, nasty, abominable witch. 
My grandmothers (plural) both dealth with depression. And neither of them sought help until it was too late, and neither admitted to a problem. And both of them ended up being very miserable as they got old.
I keep seeing myself in those roles. But the difference here is…I have got to admit NOW that I need the med…and convince myself to take it. Or enlist help to take it.
I have 5 very precious children and a God-gift husband who need a whole me….not the hysterical me. So if medicine is needed to get me over whatever I’m feeling…then so be it.
On the healthy note. I’m NOT.
And I’ve decided to except the status-quo. And work on the fact that I’m not healthy. And when I have a good day enjoy it, when I don’t focus on my kids, and let absolutely everything else go. and I do mean everything.
I did have a friend with anemia tell me yesterday that your health is very poor when your anemic. Well the last blood work I did ago said I had my iron level *normal*. So I stopped taking the iron. BUT I did some reading last night, and came to find out…that the first month you get your blood work normal, you should continue to take the iron for 6 months in order to get your blood supplies stored extra. Why do doctors not tell you these kinda things???
Soooo being a good girl and going back on the iron too.
Okay I know way too many medical details. And your probably bored spitless, but I needed to work my way through things, so that I can get a grip on them. I am a very NEEDED individual. And lately I’ve been going around saying that I’m not. And its wrong, and I need to “cure” that mind-set.
And its a many-faceted approach in order to do that. Meds, accepting lack of health, and so on.
So my goal for today? To enjoy my children! Thats it nothing else.
Thanksgiving isn’t being celebrated until Friday, cause DH has to work. And I don’t have Bible study today, because it was cancelled. The house is reasonably clean, thanks to DH. And so today I focus on giving my kids some extra attention, and curing this #$@*#&$@#(*&@#(* sore throat I have.
May you have a great time getting ready for Thanksgiving!