Yesterday, J sent me the cutest file of Be-Bop singing the “Winnie the Pooh” song. He was three at the time. I have to share:
If anyone ever hears me considering switching from my current psychiatrist again, please remind me that I have the best “pdoc” ever and I should count my blessings and banish those thoughts completely. 🙂
I don’t dislike the pdoc at the Local Friendly Mental Ward, I don’t. But, all I had to say was “I hate Remeron and I won’t take it anymore,” and my wonderful regular pdoc made a new plan. I am back on my regular regimen (pre-Local Friendly Mental Ward. Yay!) and there’s a supposed new wonder-drug for depression that I am to try.
Since Monday morning, I have been building toward sticking to my new schedule I set for myself when I was still in IOP. This morning, I did my Inhale yoga for the first time in a few months. It felt heavenly and the boys tried it with me. The boys’ participation is probably what made it feel so good; I can remember doing my yoga routine while I was pregnant and daydreaming that my kids would one day be trying it with me. 🙂 And best of all, Be-Bop, at least, said he loved it.
It will be a good day. I know it will.