I called my doctor last Monday morning and got his answering machine. Most people who don’t have urgent care near them and aren’t sick enough for the emergency room wait with scrapes and sniffles and coughs over the weekend to see their primary care doctor on Monday. So I wasn’t surprised I had to leave a message. My case wasn’t urgent to me. I just wanted to make an appointment to talk to my doctor about some pain in the back of my head, an eye twitch that had been going on for a week and numbness in the right side of my face. So I was shocked when, a few hours later, I got a call from the nurse, telling me she’d talked to the doctor about my message, and he wanted me to go to the emergency room. Right then.
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Ten Minutes for Mom
Thanks for reminding me what I used to do when Logan still lived at home.
We had a morning rule (which ironically he still follows even after living elsewhere for so long).
No children out of their rooms until mommy drinks her cup of coffee. Period.
I started this not out of being a morning person but more out of me resembling a lump of coffee grounds in the morning that my adhd or manic children. And once those little feet got out of their rooms, well, all bets were off if I was going to be able to slow down long enough to even WALK BY a cup of coffee.
It took a lot of effort. Snooze vs. Coffee. Hard call some days. But in the end I always knew caffine would usually get me further…
So my ritual began.
I think tonight I'll start retraining all the little feet in my home again.
Amy
Logan's Mommy
Luckily it only took me a year after things started going downhill at first to realize I needed to make room for some 'me' time. It was a difficult lesson to learn and to this day remains difficult to follow through with. In the end the results are so worth it though. Just reminding myself of it still is a struggle (following through with it is even more difficult lol)