The Cookbook Junkies

What a seemingly great man. A man who loved his family, his job, his friends and his country and Irish to boot.

He lived a great life…albeit short.

Rest in peace, Mr. Russert.

I’ve been in a chronic worsening state of depression for months. It all exploded when I was put on blood pressure medication in December and I even gained more weight to compound the fertility drugs, hormones, miscarriage weight….I went to the doctor last week and she told me that the medicine I was put on causes weight gain and depression – great. Just great.

So she weaned me off it and put me on another – as I was weaning off the medicine – I felt better and I lost 8 pounds (in four days) without being on the treadmill for 3 hours a day. Now I started the new medicine and I feel even more down. Lord, what is worse dying of a stroke or fashioning yourself a noose….BUT I would never do that because Andrew needs me and Jim needs me and who would wash Bryan’s underwear. Hell, Bryan doesn’t even want to wash Bryan’s underwear!

Depression blows.

Andrew is starting to respond amazingly. He is in a better mood, more patient…talks a lot more (he has always had a wonderful vocabulary) but now he initiates conversation with everyone. He talks about friends now. He loves school. He still has many of his issues but he really making progress. God must have gotten pissed about my footprints blog! Sorry God. But HE understands.