I wanna be sedated (not really, but I need my fucking drugs)

OK, I know. It's been a while.

Jack's been on break for a week and a half now. Kyle just this week.

We started a mail-order prescription thing, but there's been a delay, so I haven't had a wellbutrin in a handful of days. I'm starting to feel it. Kinda just hitting that wall.

The doctor's appointment for Jack went well. The pediatrician discussed some ways to dealing with the situations as they come up. He thinks Jack's just acting out (given the frequency or lack thereof). He's concerned that doing any sort of psychological intervention at this point may just reinforce the sense of attention and therefore actually help the problem escalate. He's probably right.

Our main tv (the bigass behemoth Pa brought with him) died on Easter. So yesterday we moved the tv from our bedroom (another heavy bastard, a 22-year old Sony) into the living room. We went looking for tvs last night (our thinking is that we'll put a small flatscreen in our room, learn the ins and outs of installing/setting it up and then once we're comfortable with that -- and once we've researched and picked out the right monitor, wall mount, etc -- we'll buy the replacement for the living room). It's a good thing the tax man's news two weeks ago was good.

Of course, it does remove some options for us doing our patriotic duty and stimulating the ol' economy. I think Springsteen day after tomorrow is (or at least should be) out. Coachella on Sunday is out (really wish Gaslight was playing a SoCal date that wasn't out in the desert)... Kyle's got a series of games on that day (though with his cough, coupled with the fact he missed yesterday's club practice because if it, and now this morning's swim practice because of it, AND the two goalies ahead of him are already signed up for the games, I'm not sure about how much playing time he's going to have in the pool).

And I guess that's what's hitting me right about now (that and the fact my keyboard is occasionally dropping "I"s I key in... in fact, for the remainder of this post, I'm not going to fill them in [or I will, with just an underscore]). I don't know if it's the wellbutrin not talking to me or if I'm h_tting some kind of mid-life crisis of selfishness. I want to do it all. I want to go to Coachella. Want to see Springsteen (and yes, in priority of Jersey bands, that is my order of preference right about now). I want Lisa around the house th_s week and not babysitting GG for Grandma B (who has been farming out that responsib_lity more and more lately, even calling down the cousins aga_n last week for duty). And I want the damn Ural motorcycle..._ must be in a mid-life. I have even thought: well, we'll need another vehicle when Kyle turns sixteen next year... so a Ural w_th a sidecar that can't go faster than 60 might be the safest vehicle (motorcycle as the safest vehicle... Ma's ashes are spinning out in a vortex out there in the Pacific somewhere). I had been thinking maybe a SmartCar as the new Kyle/backup vehicle next year, but in my MLC (mid-life crisis) mode, I'm thinking: well, where's the fun in that? Or maybe _ just need the fucking wellbutrin.

Whatever.

Plus the news that Logan Paulsen, our stud TE m_ght have broken his foot again (shades of Ben Olsen???) is not help_ng my mood.

damn keyboard

Might as well just get to work...

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update

talked to my doc's asst... the pharmacist company balked at my wellbutrin order... said that 200mg 3x daily was an awfully high dosage. doc said it was correct LAST WEEK... so the asst is confused as to why the meds aren't here yet... she's gong to follow up but in the meantime send a week's worth of script to the local pharm... should have t for tonight...

now, of course, I'm a little concerned... so I'm at the high end of the prescription scale of the wellbutrin? joy

of course, the concern doesn't end there... so if it's such a high dosage, let's cut the fucker off cold turkey

no wonder i feel like crap... at my haircut, I kept staring at my own face, it and just didn't look right... and haven't felt that way in a long while... sigh

Lisa must be concerned, too... she's on the phone now wth the mailorder pharmacy after talking to the doc's asst herself...

so everyone is freakin' ... great

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The mailbox runneth over with meds... thank goodness....