Wednesday, April 1 April Fool's Day *twinkle*
Thursday, April 2 I love getting messages in my guest book!
Friday, April 3 I'm glad it's Friday. I don't know why. All days are the same.
Saturday, April 4 I stay home all day. It's a shame to waste a sunny day.
Sunday, April 5 My husband does the taxes. He asked me to pay the bills and I forgot the mortgage. The IRS is not as nice as the bank.
Monday, April 6 I'm sick again. The doctor changes my meds. My mood is good.
Tuesday April 7 Spring cleaning time and I'm sick!
Wednesday, April 8 No improvement. The doctor deletes one med.
Thursday, April 9 I forget to stop taking the med.
Friday, April 10 I don't want the depression to return. The doctor is convinced I need the antidepressant. He prescribes a different one.
Saturday, April 11 I'm itchy. Am I allergic to the new med? My husband takes me to McDonald's for dinner.
Easter Sunday, April 12 This sickness hangs on. My metabolism is a mess. Maybe it's not the meds. Maybe I'm sick. I'm depressed because I stayed home today.
Monday, April 13 I bake bread today. I have an idea!
Tuesday, April 14 Eating peanuts and chatting at MGH, I felt a crunch in my dental work. Tomorrow I see the dentist.
Wednesday, April 15 See you in the funny papers
Thursday, April 16 The dentist fixes my dental work. He notices cavities. I go back in three weeks for fillings.
Friday, April 17 I decide to bake bread every day until I can remember the recipe.
Saturday, April 18 I spend the day with friends. I shop alone. I go straight to bed when I get home.
Sunday, April 19 Uncontrollable sobbing in the morning.
Monday, April 20 I feel emotional. I have a trying day.
Tuesday, April 21 I fear I'm sinking into a depression.
Wednesday, April 22 The doctor suggests I increase the anti-depressants.
Thursday, April 23 My back is hurting. My legs are hurting.
Friday, April 24 Visitors stop by. We have a pleasant evening. I'm exhausted when they leave.
Saturday, April 25 I spend time with a girlfriend. It feels good to get out of the house.
Sunday, April 26 I took all my sticky notes down when the visitors came on Friday. I've forgotten several doses of meds.
Monday, April 27 I work in the yard. The sun is shining. My husband works late.
Tuesday, April 28 I feel weepy. I ask my husband to call the doctor. He refuses. I am so upset by the receptionist that as soon as I hang up, I break down in tears.
Wednesday, April 29 I distract myself reading TBI-Work messages. I'm 700 messages behind.
Thursday, April 30 The doctor says I should regain what I've lost.
. . . . . to be continued
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