Here it is Wednesday. Things had been going swimmingly for a few days. I ate, actually ate, real soup from a deli not Campbells. And corn on the cob. Not tons, but ate. Unfortunately, yesterday there was some sort of mental disconnect. I can't seem to put food in my mouth. Stuff I know I can eat: pudding, jello, yogurt, soup... you name it. I get it up to the lips and, no. I don't know what is up.
The Radiation doctor gave me a rx for Xanax for the anxiety. I'm not too keen to take it, but I guess I can't just not eat, either.
On the upside, the night time hacking seems to be tapering off. It is still gross and distasteful, but less. Long enough breaks to actually have REM sleep. This is a good thing.
Back to the dentist on Saturday the 27th. I will be having a cleaning and fluoride treatment every three months. I know that appeals to few of you. However, when you have no saliva, your teeth get gross pretty quick despite brushing, flossing, rinsing... It should be an adventure, though, because I still can't open my mouth very wide and my gag reflex is in overdrive. I just have to think about gargling and I hurl. The hygienist better wear full gear for this one.
I still don't feel like I'm pulling my share of the load around here. Everywhere you look I have a project to finish or a pile to deal with. Kelly has been doing an amazing job trying to keep up with it all, but no one can do everything. Karina tends not to be overly helpful. Yesterday when I asked her to do something her reply was, "You are really milking this, aren't you?" Nice. There is no positive spin. Please tell me she will become human again at some future age.
Nothing else exciting except potty training. This is a process by which the child cries, you bang your head against the wall, and you wash a lot of peed on stuff. Karissa actually tried to sneak in her room and put a pull-up on because, "I have to pee." She is ready, just not willing.
For the adults out there uninterested in the travails of my children, I have nothing. Dow is crashing. Politics are politicking. Family drama remains family drama. What more can I say?
Any advice for the aversion to eating would be taken gratefully.
Love,
Kiara
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wish I had something to help you. I don't know how willing you are but, hear me out....hypnosis. It's a great thing for when your mind overrides your common sense. I did it with my aversion to running and when I was having anxiety attacks after my divorce. It's not that expensive, and nothing creepy.
As for your 8th grader...well, take it from someone who deals with them daily....they grow out of it...it just takes SOOOOOO long. It's not her fault, it's just genetics and being a woman...come on, how many women do you really like? Well, besides me?
Hope some of this helps, wish I could do more...really. Call me, write me, or just scream!
Lora
I can't help with the food aversion either. The kid issues, well...send the oldest to a nunnery. That's what my parents wanted to do with my sister. Not sure why that never happened. :-)
But good news? Have you seen Aaron Rodgers? I feel better about our chances this season!
Hope things start leveling out soon!
Chad
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