So. I had a doctor's appointment today. You ask, "why?" Well, I'm not one to air my laundry, dirty or otherwise, but since I only have a few followers, what the heck! My readers have probably already heard this.....more than once, but I will call this therapy.
April: Living in Korea. Ship van and hope that the pirates don't sink it. Begin to start sorting.
May: Continue sorting. Shop, shop, shop! Break out the suitcases.
June: Shop some more and squeeze it in. Pack the suitcases. Separate house into "first shipment" and "last shipment". Say good-bye to dear friends. Board plane with 2 kids, 3 cats and no husband for 14 hours. Almost faint upon landing. Live with parents for about 6 weeks.
July: Buy first house, alone, in three days. Pick up husband from airport.
August: Move into new house and wait for household goods. Paint, paint, paint. Deside where everything will go. Kids start school. Trying to meet people.
September: Still wait for household goods (they were a month late). Household good finally arrive and WHERE is it all going? Develop heel spur.
October: Husband has hip replacement surgery; home for 30 days. First visitor in 2 weeks. The holidays are just around the corner! What am I going to get?
Do you see where I'm going with this? Well, about 2 months ago I started having difficulty catching my breath and feeling VERY overwhelmed. I would walk into a room of boxes, open one and have to leave the room. That is NOT me at all. I embrace moving. Usually, I have our house unpacked, pictures and curtains up in a week!
So, the doctor walks in and asks me why I was there. I explained the breathing issue and said that I have a lot on my plate right now.......my eyes became faucets! It was ugly. And with a perfect stranger! I am not the crier! Ask my Ya-Yas! Not me! I was trying to speak and make sense and he was steady writing everything down! I was expecting the medical tech to walk in with a straight jacket at any moment! I asked the doctor, "do you think I might have a tumor in my lung that is causing me to have difficulty breathing?" Guess what the smart-ass doctor said, "the tumor is in your head!" He told me that I have to let some things go and don't put so much pressure on myself. My problems are all stress and anxiety related. So, I left with some happy pills.
So, I will let you know how it goes!