I have to give credit to my [also pregnant] sister for that phrase. It just fits.
Blame it on the pregnancy. Blame it on the lousy weather. Blame it on other disappointing circumstances in my life. It doesn’t really matter. The last few days I have experienced some serious mood swings. Is there such a thing as ante-partum depression?
Yesterday I spent the better part of the day lying on the couch. I do have a bad cold if that better justifies my pathetic behavior.
Today I woke up to another rainy day. I didn’t notice any lightning in the sky but this afternoon I was struck by a metaphorical bolt that electrified me out of my funk.
My last two patients at work were a married couple in their late 70s. The wife was diagnosed with alzheimers about three years ago, a few months before I cleaned her teeth for the first time. Over six month increments I have watched the disease change her and today was a new low point.
She was anxious and mistrusting. She insisted everything I did was “horrible”.
I’m so glad that my mind is clear and rational. (Mostly rational.) I’m resolved to use my functional mind to enjoy the blessings I have.