So much for blogging more often.
It's not that nothing has happened - a lot has happened over the past few weeks, actually - but the words just haven't been there to write.
As always, Wheelz and I will try and do a month of something. This month, we elected to try and take better care of our feet. We used Footner (have you ever used Footner? You should use Footner), and peeled off the top layer of our feet. If that sounds disgusting... Well, I mean, it is. But it's also weirdly satisfying, pulling literal strips of skin from your feet. Plus, the soles of my feet are now baby smooth.
We've also had quite a few appointments between the three of us this month. Wheelz had pain management, which necessitated a doctor's appointment to change her meds over. I've had more counselling, a carer's clinic appointment, a blood test and a med change. Even Lil Monster has had a few, with one to book her in for some counselling and another to deal with her gammy feet.
I've actually sat down a few times this month to try to get some words out there, but just... nothing.
Part of that, I'll attribute to the med change. I mentioned at carer's clinic that I didn't feel the Citalopram was doing much, so she changed me over to Sertraline. It really knocked me for six. I spent days feeling nauseous and tired when coming off of the Citalopram, and then tired and nauseous when I started taking the new tablets. I can't say that I've noticed much of a difference thus far, but it's only been little more than a week. I probably ought to give them more of a chance.
This coming week is half term, and I'm kind of dreading it. Lil Monster is home for the whole week.
She needs to tidy her room - which is a fairly terrifying prospect. One, because there are juice cartons, McDonalds cups and God knows what else in there. And two, because she has reacted badly to tidying her room in the past. The incident in which she went at Wheelz with a knife for trying to tidy her room plays on my mind often, and it's an incident I'm desperate to avoid.
She is a... high octane kid, and the idea of a full week of keeping her occupied fills me with no small amount of dread.
I mean, I know we'll get through. We always do. But sometimes, I wonder at the mental cost that 'getting through' takes.
I don't know. We'll see.
Hopefully, my writer's block has decided to leave me alone for a bit, and I can write on her a bit more often as we move into June.
Here's hoping!
