Whelp. Here I am. Sobbing because my Mother and I had words. It was such a good living arrangement until just recently. My Mom is in the beginnings of dementia, hasn't been diagnosed, but I've watched her this last year and she has vastly declined in many ways and won't go to the Dr. and get help...she's in denial. She says she's going to "shout it out". Smile.
I on the other hand am having some anger, agitation, annoyance issues that are VERY out of character for me. My NP tells me it's the off-side of being manic and I should be medicated as I wouldn't be very fun to be around. Well....
My Mom just gave me a mouth full in front of my Sister and her 3rd born....so....I gave it right back to her....I felt so bad....she lost her train of thinking and wasn't quite sure what to say....the only good thing about it was she stopped pointing her finger at me and telling me what I can and can not do.
I don't like my mannerisms lately. I wasn't raised to be rude to elders...especially in the household as we were ruled in a hiarchy just like many British homes were.
Of course I started romancing the cigarette. I immediately came to the computer and started my blog. Although I am in tears, they are tears of joy as thru blogging I know I don't need that cigarette....or cigarettes as we all well know.
I'm looking for another Dr. tomorrow for my mental needs. I realize she couldn't forsee me having adverse reactions to a med she recommended but not returning my phone call within a timely fashion is not excused.
Onward and upward we go!!!
