#134: Another tough month...

It's been tough. Not necessarily awful, but challenging.

Health-wise, we all got a touch of the severe cold/flu bug that's been (still) making the rounds. Plus, we're due to see specialist after specialist. I've already seen the rheumatologist and my primary doctor. Sarah's had her 6 month checkup. Christina's been to the pediatric psychologist (referred to by her neurologist), I see the dermatologist on Monday (because of 2 different skin rashes that my primary doc AND my rheumatologist are stumped on), and Michael (finally) sees the geneticist at the end of the month.

I think I got it all. Oh, wait...Michael's annual hearing test. That actually went OK.

And that's just May. Doesn't count June/July.

So as you can imagine, I am getting really sick of doctor's offices. The docs are all helpful and sympathetic, but I am tired of having to see specialists up the wazoo.

Money problems as well. In the process of settling a debt. I had to swallow my pride and ask my parents for help. I'm not exactly proud of that, but you have to do what you have to. Mom and Dad were surprised, but they reassured me it'll be okay. I've never asked them for any financial support since I got married. Robert isn't going to be happy...he's very proud, but sometimes...there is an upside to a large extended family. They do understand that there will be times you need their support, and are willing to help. (Unlike my husband's, who basically would kick you to the curb the day after your 21st birthday or your graduation party, whichever came first.)

Frustration on the home front as well. With everything that's been going on, hubby had the nerve to tell me that for some reason (fate? karma? life plan?) I always end up taking the hard road to doing everything. So I "chose" to have 2 autistic kids and everything that goes with it? I "chose" to have a chronic illness and a whacked-out immune system? If I had a chance to write my "life plan" before I was born, I was either drunk, drugged, or dreaming when I did it. That, or I'm a certified masochist.

I've tried to keep myself together with my artistic and writing stuff. Finally updated my website, and I now have a livejournal to post my fanfiction. (Runs like a companion to this one). I'll put up links in the sidebar.

I only hope I can avoid a nervous breakdown. Life doesn't completely suck, but it's starting to edge into that category.

Annie