So it’s another lovely day outside in Mississippi. My youngest never threw up yesterday, so I sent her to school this morning and hope she does okay. I’m going out to lunch with Bob and then to the grocery store, so hopefully if she has any problems, they will go ahead and manifest before that.
Not much is going on today. Tomorrow is one of the local dance competitions. That will take all morning. Then I’m not sure what we’re going to do for the rest of the day. Maybe rest.
I talked to my friend Betsy about her recumbent bikes, and turns out all hers are two-wheeled. But she thinks she knows a guy with a three-wheeled one he’s trying to sell, so we shall see about that She is supposed to get in touch with him for me and see if he still has it.
Hope everyone has a good weekend.
Now the youngest is down with something again. I’m taking her to the doctor in case it’s strep throat. Which she shouldn’t be getting any more since her tonsils and adenoids are out. But she’s hot to the touch and her stomach feels icky, and that’s how all my kids manifest strep. So we have an appointment in about an hour.
Finished up all the schoolwork last night by writing my final workshop critique, I have a piece being workshopped next week so we will see how that goes. WE’re getting so close to the end of the semester. I need to work on my final essay and get it in shape, but I’m still a little frozen up about approaching it. I may just wait until the last minute and do it so I can’t over think it. But we will see. I’ve got a month still to work on it.
Talked to several people and asked for prayer about the mental health panel I’m going to be on in April. Talked to my friend Betsy at church last night, my church counselor Michelle, and my pastor about it. Asked them to pray that I will be positive and not negative about the topic and say whatever needs to be said.
So everyone have a good weekend!
So I got to talk to the doctor organizing Diversity Day at University Medical Center and the panel I will be speaking on. We had a very good conversation about the objective of the panel and who all would be involved with the conference. It’s for psychology interns who deal with the mentally ill as well as for anyone who wants to minister to the mentally ill. He asked for my resume so I sent it along and then sent a message with some personal information, including my diagnoses, etc. I feel really good about being involved in this event and hope I can make a positive impact on the audience and the panel members.
I hope my recovery holds together through then because I so want to make a good impression for the sake of the people I will be representing. I want people’s preconceived notions of the mentally ill to be upended by me and to show how a Christian handles mental illness. So we will see what happens.
what to write today. I don’t really have any news to report–I got up and saw Candy and Christy this morning and went to lunch with Mary Jane at Cazuela in Jackson. We had a good talk about what all is going on in our lives and what all we’re doing. I wrote up my essay response this morning so I haven’t been a complete slug today. I need to do my workshop stuff though and that’s going to be difficult since one is about a brutal murder in the author’s family. Hard stuff to read and to comment on.
I am proud in that we had a bad, bad storm out last night and I didn’t freak out like usual. Maybe I’m just getting better and better all the time. I hope that’s a good sign. It was just a lot of rain and wind, but it didn’t upset me like they used to do. Maybe I’m finally getting over all of that. It’s taken long enough.
I can’t believe March has flown by so fast. A few days still to the end of March, but it hasn’t taken long at all to pass. I wonder if it’s because I’m finally filling my days with living instead of sleeping it away like I used to.
Hope everyone’s week started off well.
So we went to the dance competition and the girls did well. They won a bunch of trophies and plaques and pins so their teachers were happy. I did go backstage to help Rachel with her hair to change it for the next dance and the dance teacher watched me for a minute and then said, “Just let me do it.” SO I’m not going backstage again. I know when I’m not wanted.
Today I have advising with my program director about this summer and next semester. I’m going to sign up for the long residency this summer and the Forms in Fiction II class this fall. So that is my plan unless my professor objects to it for some reason. And I c an’t imagine why he would.
THen I go out to lunch with Bob today and MJ tomorrow. Rachel was selected for a special trip next summer through the school for going to Washington DC and New York, and we have an informational meeting Tuesday night. SO I will likely go to that. Then church on Wednesday and I’m not sure we have anything else planned for the rest of the week. We will see.
I was really proud that I handled the weekend okay. I didn’t take Xanax and I didn’t fly off the handle at anybody, even the dance teacher. I’m learning how to cope better with stress, I suppose. I’m certainly trying to. Prayer is effective in this as well. Keeps me from getting too anxious.
Hope everyone has a good week this week.
So I cooked a Blue Apron meal last night. I had my middle one help me out with some of the cutting and slicing, but it really all went well. We had a pork roast with black beans and roasted red onions. Took less then an hour to get it all together so that was nice. ALl the ingredients came premeasured and it really was all very easy.
Today we head out for Mobile to the dance competition. I need to finish packing and pick up a batch of medicine before I do.
I have started having a heavy heart for the next generation. It started when my pastor was preaching Wednesday night when he talked about how young people today will say they’re not concerned that their boyfriend or girlfriend is a Christian or not. Then the whole spiel with my friend the other night about the young bipolar girl, and finally I found out on facebook that one of my news colleagues now has a transgendered child. She was born a girl but passes now for a boy at sixteen. I just wish it wasn’t so hard to be young nowadays.
Hope every one has a good weekend; see you back Monday!
I talked last night to a lifelong friend of mine about her daughter’s friend who was recently diagnosed as bipolar. The daughter is listening to her bipolar friend talk about things that are distressing. She doesn’t know how much longer she can be a friend and watch this girl spiral into self-destructive behaviors.
I do not know what advice to give the girl about being friends with someone who is diagnosed bipolar but is resisting treatment. None of my friends knew how to handle the news of my diagnosis either. I remember being on the phone with a friend the first time I tried to run away from home and him trying to talk me out of killing myself. He managed to convince me to go home and tell my husband what was going on. But that is not something I should have made him responsible for doing. He has his own problems up the same line.
My husband has borne the brunt of my illness more so than my friends. He has shown more patience that I ever thought possible and he says it’s because he loves me and he took a vow to do so in sickness and in health. I think it helps that I have been compliant with treatment and have shown that I want to be better, to do better. There is only so much you can do to help your bipolar friend if they won’t move to help themselves.
I prayed a long time last night for the bipolar girl and her friend. Sometimes that is all we can do.