I had my MRI yesterday, and thanks to the Xanax my doctor prescribed, it wasn't too bad. I got to listen to Dave Brubeck Quartet's (written by Paul Desmond, the saxophonist) Take Five in its static glory, and Miles Davis' So What.

I took 1mg of the Xanax before the MRI and it helped me a lot, and was prescribed to take another 1mg. I only took half because the first one did its job. (Since my car wreck, which was the cause of alllllll these problems in the first place, and subsequent brain issues from it, heavy medication works differently on me and it doesn't take much.) When we got home, I ate my DELICIOUS double cheeseburger and fries, and fell asleep in my chair, without even realizing it. After I awoke, I asked my husband to put our son to bed. I took a shower after and went to bed to watch tv and just fell asleep again. I woke up when my husband opened our door and I heard my son ask, "Where's mom?". I put him to bed every night and we have a routine. I would hate to miss that like I did last night.

I said all of that to say, I could not live dependently on something that can cause so much loss of quality of life. I get mad when I see stories of people who live like that. (They) say tough love doesn't work, but I would think it does, at least to an extent. People need to be shocked and awakened, if not slowly, because I know each person is different, back into reality. Some people are thick with problems, and they have to want to get the help they need. I'm an armchair psychologist, but I have a little firsthand experience with mental issues. You should see me and my family!! 😉