thank god for psychiatrists

Yes, I fell off the map for a bit there.

Nobody told me that selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor antidepressants like Lexapro could just suddenly poop out on me, after five years of faithful service, leaving me a crying, lumpy, sodden mass of fatigue.

So after two weeks of denial and another week of trying to find a damn psychiatrist who would actually see me NOW and not in a month after I've already been committed to the asylum, I'm starting to feel somewhat more human.

Basically, I paid the doc a $30 co-pay to tell me to start taking two pills a day instead of just one. But it seems to be working so far - it's been a week and I'm noticing some small improvements. Enough improvement to get me to get off my ass and start posting again.

I figure I will start small, and work my way back up to my former magnificence.

Allow me, then, to briefly share with you Drew's new favorite word.

Are you ready for it?

I bet you can guess what it is.

Let's see, he's 18 months old. He's square in the throes of toddlerdom and only half a year from two.

So, therefore, his current favorite word is..."no."

He says "no" to everything, even things he likes, such as baths, chocolate and sippy cups full of milk.

He doesn't say it meanly, or even brazenly or stubbornly. He says it as if he's tasting something new and interesting, usually with a grin on his face.

"Drew, it's time for bath! Look! Your rubby ducky is waiting for you!"

Grin. Giggle. Naked baby dance.

"No!"

Giggle giggle giggle.

It's really hard to take his defiance seriously.

The plan for the weekend WAS supposed to be working in the yard, which desperately needs TLC. My parents WERE supposed to come up to help us, as tending a large yard and a defiant toddler at the same time is, let's face it, way beyond my still-fragile capabilities at this point. And Charles is about ready to leave us both on the side of some backcountry logging road while he makes a break for freedom, so I'm not about to ask him to handle the yard all by himself.

However, checked weather.com, and wouldn't you just know it. The only damn day it's supposed to rain for the next seven damn days is tomorrow - the only day my parents could come up to help us. I told my mom I'm about to just give up, throw gravel over the whole thing and call it a parking lot.

Could be just the medication adjustment, though. Maybe.

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[ebeth]

Yikes - glad you're back. :)

MC went through a no phase.. it got old really quick. We found that any question we asked would be greeted with a no - regardless if she meant it or not. We are now very good at phrasing things differently!

[Beverlee]

Hi! Just stumbled upon you. Glad that you've gotten through your rough patch ...