Winding Down
It's been a really long couple of days and I'm honestly so glad they're coming to the end.  I ran out of one of my medications Friday and just got them today.  By last night I was withdrawing and it sucked.  Like, sucked.  I'm so thankful for an amazing psychiatrist who makes sure I have what I need immediately.  God is good.

Being off my medication not only affected me physically, but also mentally as well, and when you're having a hard time mentally and things go wrong, it just makes life more difficult.  I'm so thankful for a husband and best friend who are very forgiving and understanding when it comes to these sort of things.

I did a very, very quick photo shoot for some friends at church yesterday, mostly just to have pictures to send home for the holidays.  I took them on her camera so I have no idea how they really turned out, but she seemed pleased with them, so I'll accept that.

We still aren't sure about Eric's car.  Probably it's totaled, but we're really praying that it isn't.  Hopefully we'll know soon because Eric is overwhelmed and stressed and we're taking it out on each other.

I went to talk to Dylan's teacher about his eye today.  I let her know that if he hit his head with any real force that we needed to know just so we could make sure it didn't affect his vision, and low and behold, it wasn't 2 o'clock before she called me.  Sigh.  That kid's gonna be the death of me.  Luckily it was nothing and he's fine, and I can imagine we'll be doing this song and dance frequently.  Please keep praying that the retinoschisis is just from an old trauma and it won't ever progress.  We're going to see an ophthalmologist soon to get a better idea of what we're dealing with.

oh hey, now that I've bored you to death, I did my run today.  Actually I redid day one because Stace was with me and she wanted to try it.  I thought I was going to die.  It was so humid, but I made it.  We did finish, and I think that on Wednesday I'm going to try to start on week 2.  Pray I survive because it excites me so much and all I can think about it running.  Psycho,  I know.

And that's about it.

Because I'm boring :D

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    This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
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    Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.