Marbles in my Throat
I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick. I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick. I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.
My mother picked up my Trileptal on her way up to Atlanta this weekend, and it was a god-send. I could finally take my regular dose of meds, which has improved everything around here. I seem to be able to concentrate on something for more than a few seconds, and other than the dizziness of going back to a regular dose, I’ve been ok. Today was Elizabeth’s first day back at daycare, so both of
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