It Feels Like My Head Gonna Buss Open

So, this post has been a long time coming, and I just now accumulated the courage to write it. About a year and a half ago, I wrote a post on the previous blog asking people for advice on insomnia. During that particular weekend, I believe I accrued six hours sleep in total. Proof suggested I try melatonin, and it worked wonders.

Still, something was wrong.

My days were a swirling torrent of stress, panic attacks, and angry outbursts. After one particular outburst directed toward my youngest son, Kevin, I decided I needed to do something about this. I started seeing a therapist. The therapist was very good, and helped me through my main issue at the time. It revolved around my propensity to let everything bottle up inside me, then unleash a negasonic teenage warhead at the first person who looked at me the wrong way…

We Could Use Some Good Thoughts

My mother will be subjected to an MRI today. Lately she has been having memory issues – no surprise, since she’ll be 71 in November – but the issues have been more severe of late.

My sister – pictured above with Mom – took her to the doctor’s office last week, and Mom could only remember an average of one out of three items in a memory test. The doctor believes the problem is either the onset of Alzheimer’s, or vascular dementia brought on after her double bypass surgery in November.

Obviously, we’re worried, especially since my maternal grandmother suffered through Alzheimer’s as well. We’re hoping the MRI goes smoothly, but we would like to call in an airstrike, just in case.