Well my hopes of waking in a better mood were shattered. I
woke up just as depressed as when I went to bed. I got very little sleep, as I have
run out of melatonin, and since it was the night before a treatment no Zopiclone.
With some effort I dragged my ass out of bed, and went to
get my treatment. At which I told my poor disappointed pdoc the sad news about
me being sad. Got my treatment, came home had breakfast/lunch then went and saw
my son. I had a great visit, and realized that after the treatment I felt
lighter again…. Yippy!
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My pdoc will be asking plenty of
questions on his journey to Harvard in a couple of weeks – hopefully we can all
benefit from his findings, or perhaps we need to do some studies on our own….hmmmm
I prefer to feel lighter – just saying.
My son gets a 6 hour pass tomorrow to see his original pdoc
outside of the hospital – his appointment is at 8AM ugh… I need to get up very,
very early to make it from here to the hospital and then down to his pdocs
office – all during rush hour – NOT awesome.
But at least I get some additional time with the kid –
perhaps McDonald’s breakfast is in order. J
Talk to y’all tomorrow…
Can I ask why is still seeing that other pdoc?
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