I got a thank you card in the mail from someone I haven’t talked to in quite awhile. He wanted to thank me for being such a “good friend and inspiration.” Then I got a sweet note from my sister thanking me for all my help with her troubles. It’s wonderful to be appreciated, but I’m wise enough to know I’m really just blessed to have appreciative people in my life. That’s the plain truth.
Boo, Mel is melatonin. I was mystified, too, at first, except I thought it was Mel Tormé or someone old school like that.
Thel, it probably doesn’t help to know a lot of us are in the same boat, but we are. During the last 10 years or so of my marriage, my now-ex refused to touch me at all–I mean literally at all. I hadn’t done anything; he was diagnosed (to me–maybe him) as having narcissistic personality disorder with elements of a sociopath. Let me tell you, as much as I miss hugs, not getting them because I’m alone is lightyears better than not getting them because my husband was an emotionally abusive jerk who rejected me. But I miss my kids so much! I miss my siblings. And I miss being in a relationship.
Big hugs and hope the anxiety dissipates.
Nettie, Happy, Happy Birthday! So glad you got yourself borned.
FCD, congrats on the closing! Re: the potty-training, I feel ya. It’s SO nice not to have poopy diapers to deal with. I recall reading that kids aren’t fully bowel-trained until between 3 and 4, regardless of when parents start training them. I guess they’re not as hung up as we are about the poop thing.
Butters, I wish they’d kept Mr. Butters there. I think you’re right in not increasing the dosage. Several days after my last corneal transplant, I was in agonizing pain. The on-call docs told me to double the painkillers. I spent the evening still hurting but groggy and, uh, talking to Ralph, if you get my drift. Once upon a time, they’d have admitted Mr. Butters, and you could have left knowing he was in good hands.
Geez, I’m talky.