I went to see Dr. R this week. I wasn't there ten minutes before she diagnosed me with adjustment depression related to volatile work conditions and IVF, which could explain the nightmares. I am not sure how I feel about that. At first I felt that my issues couldn't be this obvious, but really, I know they are. Still, it does not change the fact that I am struggling with nightmares. But on a proactive note: the doctor gave me a few "homework" assignments that including creating supportive friendships with like minded people, like minded people who live here.
So, there is more, but those were the highlights I though were important. Now for the funny part.
I don't think I ever talked so fast and animated. My hands were flying up so high that once in a while I would look up at them thinking something was in the room, like a moth or a bat, only to find my hand acting out each and every thought. Next week, I am sitting on my hands and hopefully will remember to breath between words. Also, I laughed and joked so much that I want to turn off the comic rant and just be normal - but it wasn't in me. This women must think I am a trip.