Wednesday, February 07, 2007

As some of you know, I've been suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder..It hits me around the end of autumn, and lasts until about March and then I begin to find my serotonin (chemical in the brain responsible for happiness (LOL...at least that's my lay mans definition)) levels start to regulate themselves again. I do need a little medication intervention during these months, and I gotta tell ya, it helps. A great deal. In fact, I don't know how I cope without it.

I'd probably be in bed, after having thrown my phone in the toilet and dismantling my door bell, and I'd be found in the midst of 20 chocolate bar wrappers (of all varieties) and 13 empty bags of chips, with a few half drunken 2 litre bottles of coke in my bed sheets. I'd be watching the Notebook and Beaches over and over, making myself de-hydrated from the tears flowing from my puffed eyes.

Alas, I am grateful to the person responsible for concocting SSRI's, making it possible for me get through my winter days with a smile on my face and a skip in my step. So much of a skip, infact, that I fell down the stairs. And by the time I reached the bottom ...I still had a smile plastered on my face. Those pills work wonders.

LOL...no, not really. well, yes really. I did fall down the stairs, but I wasn't smiling at the bottom. Rather, I was thinking about the fact that my children were alone upstairs and that if I had broken my leg or arm or clavicle, they wouldn't know how to dial 911. Seeing as they're 2 and 1 and all. So instead of crying and feeling sorry for myself, I somehow roused my bag of bones from the unfinished wooden basement stairs and made it back to the top and grabbed the nearest phone and called the Hubs. I had not yet taken inventory of my injuries, but was in that state of "I can't believe that just happened, Adrenaline is coursing through my veins and my injuries cannot be felt yet because of the sheer shock of it all.'

Once the Hubs made it up from the barn (Yes, a total bonus of living and working on the same property) I could see a few scrapes and bruises, but all bones were still intact. Whew. So much for my dream of having a body cast and a servant feeding me bon-bons.

This brings me to my next thought....would I have fallen as hard if I was a few pounds lighter?? Probably not. I would have floated gracefully to the bottom, landing upon a pillow of dust. Instead, I was a screeching sow, trying to grapple my hooves upon any un-slippery surface while rolling my way to the eventual BANG into the cold cement below. I've decided since that momentous event, that I should be better prepared for such instances, and should really try to shed those extra pounds that are creating a unbalanced center of gravity. I figure I've got about 25 of those hanging around, and the quicker they're gone ..the better.

So I'll be adding a ticker to my blog, and y'all can see the progress.

6 comments:

Fiddledeedee (It Coulda' Been Worse) said...

Ok, I've been reading through your posts and you have me giggling. WITH you, not at you. You are my people. Very very funny.

FARMERS WIFE said...

Wooot! Thanks girl...I love your blog :)

Shiloh, Janalynn & Zeke said...

Leanne.. you always know how to brighten my day! Love ya!

Our 4 Munchkins...6 pigtales & a buzzcut! said...

K, Leanne gosh between your blog, Jens blog and Fiddledeedee ( it coulda' been worse) blog I am just loving to read blogs..they r just so true and down to earth..right on the money I say. Happy Blogging!

Chrissy

Judi said...

you keep cracking me up. we seem to have the same sense of humor. good girls we are! good luck with the 25 lbs. i have about 30+ to lose myself.

FARMERS WIFE said...

Good luck Judi, it's a tough road, but I'm just so sick of the Hubs calling me by saying : SssooooooEEEEEE!!

kidding kidding, he knows better than to joke about my weight..he's actually quite good about it, couldn't care if I lost or not, as long as I'm happy. But alas, I am not, ...so here goes nothin!