I decided on Friday last week to stop taking my meds. So far, so good. I've had a couple of 'down days', but nothing terrible or intrusive. The side effects were just too much - as I told Ben, "I can handle ups and downs, but I can't handle headaches every day." I was feeling like an invalid - all shaky and unsure of my footing, with tremors and typos and foggy head. Now everything is MUCH better. I may still go for therapy in the future, but first things first.
And one of the first things is: Christmas. I have most of my minimal Christmas shopping completed, with only a few stragglers left to take care of.
The other, most important, first thing is: School. Tuesday I am sitting in on a class by an instructor who may possibly grant me entry into his class in January if he is impressed enough by my sample work and work ethic. Once I sit in, I can find out one way or the other and sign up for those classes (I'll be taking two classes next semester).
Finally, I *can* sign up because I just got two unexpected refunds on my credit cards. Which brings them both under the $2k mark. It's difficult not to use them for Christmas shopping, but I have restrained myself thus far, and will not use them at all except for my classes :-) Yay for self control.
Speaking of self-control, I am debating turning on the heat in my apartment. My electric bill is estimated to be $35 this month, but my fingers are cold as I'm typing, and whenever I'm home, I need socks, pants and usually a blanket. Which is cozy, but still. Guess I should just stop opening the sliding balcony door.
For Thanksgiving this year, I cooked dinner for Ben and his mom. It was my first time meeting her, and she seemed like a typical euro mom. A little more gregarious than some, but she's an airline attendant, and so I imagine she's used to talking a bit more. The dinner turned out really great (whew!) and now Ben has plenty of leftovers in his fridge. It's fair, because one of his friends gave us a bag of homeade chocolate chip cookies and I put them in my take-out bag (which also contains a big hunk of prime rib and mashed potatoes. MMMMM), so, you know the saying: Possession is 9/10's of Ownership. The cookies are MINE. I actually had one with a glass of milk for dinner. Delicious.
I had planned on finishing Grandma's story this weekend, but it turned out to be a little busier than planned, so I should go work on that now.
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