Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Travel, Parenting & Masto - not a pretty mix

We went out to Boston to celebrate our dear friends, Andy & Lori's, baby naming for their beautiful twins. The three of us flew to Boston (via Atlantic City - what a pleasure!) and things were going beautifully... on the surface. Just under the surface my anxiety was rearing it's ugly head. Pushing it down, I pushed forward determined to just suck it up and deal (instead of doing the intelligent thing like taking my meds).

At the synagogue, Dylan understandable was getting antsy so I took him out of the chapel to wander the halls. He hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while so we went into the rest room and I told him it was time to potty. He didn't want to go. I told him to just try. No! Dylan goes into meltdown mode. Full on screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking, hitting. I wanted to die. I took him out of the bathroom hoping it would help. Nope. Took him downstairs (chapel was on 2nd floor). Nope. Outside, more melting. Meanwhile, 45 minutes has elapsed and it doesn't occur to my darling husband that Dylan and I have been gone a while and that maybe, just maybe, he should check on us.

By the time I am able to get Marc's attention my anxiety is in full blown attack mode. I manage to get his attention, he walks out, I shove Dylan at him and lose my shit entirely as I walk away. Cried for over an hour, burning my eyes... yet again, setting of a bad masto event with major flushing and hives. Finally get back to the hotel, get meds in me and calm down. Now... since, my stomach has been in shreds. The only good thing about having this diagnosis is that when something happens in my body, it makes more sense now than it did in the past. Someone recently asked me if I found that my symptoms have been worse since my diagnosis and I said no - just now I know what they are instead of some weird pain, nausea, etc.

I'm so tired. I can't wait to see Dr. Castells on Friday. I don't know what I expect. Maybe she'll be able to waive some magic wand and have all this stuff make sense.

One thing is clear... I need to get on a regimen of anti-anxiety meds sooner than later (yes Ms. L, I will be calling your pyscho-pharmacologist shortly). I need to do something as I really can't live like this. It's not fair to me, it's definitely not fair to Dylan or Marc.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Trying to resolve the past and look to the future... all without losing my mind

My beloved sister who I love with every part of my being asked me to do something. She wanted to do a grandchildren portrait for my Mom for Mother's Day. Ohhhh, what a fun idea! Then I realize, that means my brother's (the one we're in reunion with) would be included. Not that they shouldn't be. It's been over two years they've been in our lives and while we are still not good enough to celebrate their children's birthdays with them (it would upset my SIL's parents I guess), my mother would move the moon and stars for them.

Because it was my sister who asked, I agreed. I then bawled my eyes out. My heart aching with the knowledge that this is something my father would have loved but will never be part of. Not by his choice either. Oh, and I still have a hard time looking at the youngest because he looks exactly like my father.

I have to figure out how to forgive him. I really want to but every time I go down that road, so many issues pop up in my path, blocking that road.

I guess I'm glad it was my SIL. She's easier for me to take for some reason. The kids were amazing and my Mom is going to plotz when she sees the portrait we had done. The kids were all so well behaved (mine being the most photogentic ~preen~) and I even ordered some for myself. It's going to take work but my goal is to have them on display by Dylan's birthday.