Thank God…I was due!
All of the other members of this household are out, either at work (hubby & Jr.) or visiting friends (MIL). I revel in the times I have the house to myself. Considering there are 4 of us living here, it’s rare. And to make it better…it’s raining. I don’t feel like I MUST go outside and do something.
I can’t clean when other people are around. Not in depth anyway. I feel like I’m being watched and judged. So now, today, I not only have the will but I have the empty house that I crave.
I had a decent conversation with hubby about J this morning. No yelling, no crying, none of the things that were happening prior to the hospital. I have concerns. I expressed them and hubby talked back. And now I don’t feel like I wasn’t heard.
I saw my pdoc yesterday. She was a bit surprised that the doc at the hospital stripped away most of my meds. It was my idea, but I didn’t tell her that. She knew that I’ve been wanting to lighten the med load. I figured the hospital was the place to do it. And I still feel pretty good, so I’m still happy about the decision.
I’m going to start DBT with my therapist. We’ve been talking about it for awhile now, but I haven’t been reliably ok for ages so we’re gonna get it in now while the gettin’ is good.
So, that’s about it.