Today is my daughter's first day of Christmas vacation. We just got back from her dental appointment. She has an area where a cavity started on 2 teeth, the area became brittle and broke off. So we have to go back in January to get 2 fillings. We have dental insurance, but it's not great. At least, the office did let me apply the $50 off $100 or more dental treatment they mailed out that expires on Dec. 31, so that's $50 off, still going to be something like $113 to treat, with the nitrous. She is super anxious, and of course the insurance doesn't cover the laughing gas, but I think if she doesn't have it, the dentist will have a harder time working on her, and she will be more nervous and upset. I worry about her having anxiety issues as an adult though I read somewhere once that people tend to be more afraid of going to the dentist than to the doctor.

Today is H's last day as a high school teacher. He has to give a final exam to his students and pack up his classroom. I think it's bittersweet for him. He likes the kids. He likes teaching. But the principal, assistant principal, school district dump so much work down on the teachers, and they are not paid for having to work 60, 70 hour weeks. Plus, the health insurance is horrendous.

He will be teaching some industrial engineering related statistics at the university level starting in January. I know the students start classes on Jan. 22 there, but we don't know when H's first official day of work will be. Plus, he has to come up with a syllabus for his courses and one has an online section as well as a lecture section. Basically the same class, but the students can register to do it all online or take the lecture version. H doesn't know anything about when he will start there as the guy who hired him told him the university was basically shutting down for the holidays starting today, but that he will be working around Christmas, just not Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, and H is supposed to talk to him then.

This morning, I ran a lot. So much I felt sick afterward, or maybe it was running so far on an empty stomach. Also, I think the additional 100 mg of Seroquel is making it hard for me to get going; I left a message for the pdoc to call me this afternoon. I am hoping to go back down to 400 mg Seroquel and just see how I do, or maybe trying 450 mg instead. It's the choice between being a bit more manicky than depressed while mixed or exhausted. I like being hypomanic better, but it causes me to overspend, interrupt people talking all the time, talk pretty much in stream-of-consciousness (no filter, causing me to hurt people's feelings when I don't mean to). I don't think I can deal with this much added fatigue, and then things happen like I become non-compliant in taking my medication and before I know it, I'm not taking what I should be or decide it's a good idea to just stop all meds (yeah, that's ended me up in the hospital). Stupid bipolar.