So here I sit, half-watching Frozen Planet, eating rainbow sherbet, reading a book, with 2 gigantic cats vulturing over me, waiting to lick out the bowl.

Husband went out with a bunch of our friends tonight, but I hurt too darn much to go out. We went out Friday night, and I still haven't recovered. Stupid body. I'm 34, but I've been moving like I'm 90 all week.

Other-Husband went to bed early, in spite of said afternoon nap (we both slept about 4 1/2 hours), because he's been feeling so rotten lately. I'm worried about him, but he has no insurance, and no money to go to the doctor (they want $250 before they'll even make the appointment!) He sleeps a lot because it's the only time his head doesn't hurt :(

I'm worried about my son, too. He's asked if he can go back into inpatient care. I've been trying to get ahold of the therapist he worked with at the hospital, I've left message after message, but no one calls me back. I don't know what's up with that. He's not doing well, and I don't know what I can do. At some point, he's got to help himself, and stop being so stubborn and refusing to try (and yes, I know that's part of the depression and his ODD) because he's 16 now. I can't do everything for him, and he's getting in trouble with the school for not showing up, even though he's on a half day schedule. I can't let him drop out (legally) and I don't see him bothering to do any of the work if I try homeschooling. He's sick, and refusing to go to school, and he's going to get truancy tickets if he doesn't get his ass in gear and start showing up. That's all we need right now.

Gah. Didn't mean to turn this into a prolonged whine, sorry. I'm going to go sit in the tub and finish my book, I guess. Thanks for listening, y'all.