I've been to the Dr. Must be I look a mess because the receptionist came out and gave me a hug when I walked in the door. Nice people...trying to help....it takes time though...and I am impatient and so tired of being sick and tired and sad. I keep telling myself that this too shall pass....it has to.

I have a little sign hanging up in my bathroom beside the mirror. As I dry my hair in the morning, I read it outloud to myself.....at least 3 times...and try to keep it all in my mind and in perspective.

It says: Good Morning. This is God. I will be handling all your problems today. I will not need your help. So go enjoy your day.

*big Sigh*   It comes in waves...sometimes tolerable....many times, it just isn't.

Michelle