The antidepressants are doing their work. I’ve been able to function so much better this week and have had a few tearless days. So that is good. I told RK, the counselor, and she seemed very pleased. She had me compare what it was like before the drug to now. I didn’t realize how badly the depression was sucking me down or how much of a difference taking them would make. She was pleased with my overall progress especially in the area of food. I do feel, though, that the only reason I’m progressing is because of that next try is out there beckoning me. One thing she said does trouble me. Once again, I said I was scared that I would not survive another loss like this one. She said she was concerned about that too. Good Lord, I have to wonder how bad off I was and how bad off I still am underneath the drugs.
My principal has asked me to do some professional development on guided reading at my school. I’m a bit of a wreck about it. The left brain telling me I’m no good. Gawd, I wish it would SHUT UP. Also because I haven’t done a traditional guided reading in a while and truthfully I usually throw some crap together halfassed for those lessons. I really need to get my act together for those kids. There’s no reason except laziness that I don’t.
A palm pilot that is used to administer reading tests disappeared from my classroom. (Yes, Yayas, this happened once before) I believe it must have been stolen. My bad since I left it out and then walked away from it to dismiss the kids and do bus duty by the time I got back to my room the afterschool class was in there with their teachers. I was really worked up to tell my principal but she couldn’t have been nicer about it.
Latajhia: Why do you keep touching your necklace?
Me: Because it reminds me of my son.
Latajhia: Are you going to go to the hospital and get a new one?
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