Recovery

 So, it's been a while. I'm recovering from the surgery ok, I've got a post-op appointment next week.

My psychiatrist is changing my meds again, so now my head is all wrong and confusing and the depression is coming back. I spent all morning yesterday crying in my bed for no apparent reason.

Oh, in more news, my parents are coming to visit. The last two weeks of July. And, apparently, it's my job to come up with things to entertain them, so I'm working on a list. They aren't staying in my house though, thank goodness. 

I've been looking for a job, but can't seem to get one. Perks of a small town, I guess. People tend to hire candidates they know, regardless of who has a better resume.

The tape is finally coming off the incisions on my stomach, which kind of scares my husband I think. He's been insisting that I take it easy and don't overdo things and he won't even let me run a mower or drive anywhere far on my own. That's ok, though. He's doing it out of love and concern, even if it drives me crazy.

My cat caught a rabbit the other day, and then she caught a second one a few days later. 

Not much to tell, I guess. Just some updates on how things are going. I need some coffee.

Adios.

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