Nothing gross, just tests and talk about doctors.


So much keeps coming up and harshing my mellow. And the more that happens the more I distance myself from myself. I think I am trying not to go full-blown freak out.

And I am self-medicating with Chocolate.

Computer crashes at work and talk of selling the business. Up in the air on the latter, back in the saddle on the former.

Con is getting phyical therapy for his joints. Ligaments are stretchy so he injures his little joints over and over again. He doesn't stand or walk straight because of it so, ouch.

Wes scared us so bad by sleep walking two miles down a busy road that we put in an alarm system. No way he can get out without us knowing now.

My husband is the most wonderful person in the universe. Oh I love him, I love him, I love him! I is so GOOFY in love. bleh....I drive people crazy.

Wes's sleep study came back and it worries me some. I am numb because I was expecting the results. But I didn't want it to be that way. Irregular brain waves, obstructive sleep apnea, not getting the stage 4 restorative sleep he needs. Have to go to and ENT now to get his tonsils and adnoids out then a follow up to see if it worked or if he needs a C-pap. He says he'll never use it. Ack! Teenagers. The study recommended a full neuro work up. He's on so much depakote, he shouldn't have weird waves. So we are taking it one step and one doc at a time. Neuro after the ENT.

Too much going on right now. I can't take on any more. My body is rebelling and I need to rest too much. Again. Ack.