I am glad to be back with all of you. The last post I made was entitled "I'm Scared". I had good reason to be scared, because the very next morning I landed my butt in the "behavioral health unit" as they call it. I call it the psch unit. I have been there since last Friday, and got out just today.
It wasn't too bad this time, as I am a regular there, and the staff knows me. The worst part was the two doctors that I don't really like were on call for Friday, and the Weekend. For three days, I didn't even have my real doctor, and It is really hard to open up to somebody you don't like.
Dr. S, looks a lot like Doug Wilson from "Trading Spaces", only better looking. He is such a sweetheart, and so easy to talk to. It is not like talking to a Dr. at all. It is more like talking to a big brother type person. Once I am feeling a little better, he teases me about my frequent flyer miles, and I tease him about being so vanne. It helps a lot to check out for a while, and get rid of all my feelings.
Today my hubby picked me up and we went to lunch. I found out then, that he had my MIL, FIL, and SIL come over and clean my house, which I have been really neglecting for a long time. It was just overwhelming to me, so they came over and cleaned. I HATE IT!! I should call them, but I feel funny about it all still, so I may wait till tomorrow. The thing is, they knew I felt funny about this because My MIL and I had talked about it before.
Oh well.

Love to you all
bren