I have been feeling some effects of my lowered antidepressant dose already. It's kind of hard to sort them out from tired, because I've had a very busy week, but there's definetely changes. I've been a little grouchy, a lot anxious (of course that does have a reason), wanting to sleep more, and a little scattered. All of that is probably going to be increasing, of course.
I've felt emotional, but I've been waiting to see when the tears started. I found out. Thankfully it was a good reason. I got home and checked my reader, going first to Julia's blog first. The entry was partly about me. And it was very sweet. And then I was able to watch the segment that was on the news where they live, which was done by a reporter who followed the story so closely she was actually in surgery filming. (This is where I saw pictures of the healthy kidney beside of Quinn's. Doing what I do I've got a pretty strong stomach, but I have to admit to feeling horrified that that thing was in the body of a child and was supposed to be keeping her alive. It was one ugly body part.)
That clip made me cry. Thankfully the first tears were tears for a good reason, and they were happy tears. I appreciate life so much more. Which is something that will be a good thing over these next weeks......
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Yes to appreciating life. I try to do that everyday with the kids, realizing their lives are so uncertain. That alone was reason enough to do the story. Thanks again for being so sweet.
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