Update...

My sister says she needs to see an update here. I was wondering how long I could get by without posting before she started nagging. But she only nags because she loves me.

I haven't been well. Trying to get some meds adjusted so that I can feel more normal. Normal-a tall order, my sister would say. I really would settle for anything in the general vacinity of normal. I can see improvements in some areas, but on the whole, I'm still pretty miserable. I'm hunkering down and just trying to weather it out. These things take time. That's what sweet William keeps telling me, but I'm so impatient to get back to my life. Like it's slipping through my fingers. My days involve reading a little, watching Hulu, avoiding the phone like it's the plague- I'm just not up to casual conversation, and not a single lick of sewing. Maybe it's the lack of sewing that has me so distressed, huh? I've wandered out there a time or two and I still feel a familiar fondness for the colors and textures, but no strength to do anything but turn away from it. Yeah, it's sad and it's getting me down. Basically, it's a waiting game. Increase this med and we'll see you in two weeks. That didn't work? Well, let's try this and we'll see you in two weeks. So this is my life- in two week intervals.

Son, John, drew that picture with one of his Etch-A-Sketches. He is so good at that. I have some of the sweetest, most talented, kids on the planet. I'm not bragging, I'm just stating fact.