75% of my children are potty trained.
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The best part is I didn't have to do ANYTHING. He decided that he was too cool for diapers and hasn't had a single accident. Not even at NIGHT so I most definitely do NOT have extra laundry. It's the best Christmas present a mother could hope for.
In other news, I had a very important appointment this week. Cause, you know, I feel like
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Mostly because after my
last procedure, there has been essentially NO CHANGE. It's fun being a woman, I tell you what. Especially if you are prone to medical freakishness such as I.
Anyways, after a very painful exam, we ultimately decided that:
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Because let's face it, I shouldn't have to take heavy doses of tranquilizers to "make it" through the day. And especially not for YEARS.
So he upped my meds (again) and now, I look a little something like this:
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And I'm laying on the couch a lot with the phone by my ear because, well, I can't hear it ring unless it's right next to my head. And I need to hear it ring because I'm waiting for the hospital coordinator to call me.
GOOD. TIMES.
So, that's why I've been a little, umm, absent from blogland of late.
How YOU doing?