I'm taking a few days away
to spend with my Nerium family
and get some training and hopefully
get back on track.
As most of you know,
I'm on a lot of medications and
I do believe that it makes a difference in my skin.
For that, I'm lacking confidence in myself
to represent an anti-aging product
when obviously I have some issues.
One of my best friends gets these results.
I get these.
Still lines. Stiff puffy eyes.
It's not Nerium.
I know. It works.
I've seen the results on my customers
and brand partners.
It's just that I know what medication can do.
I'm dealing with issues that fall under
"Depression: The Upside of Down" blog.
I've been "denied" life insurance and medical insurance
"because of the medical notes from Dr.---------",
the doctor who prescribes my meds for Bipolar Disorder.
I was absolutely beside myself when I received the letter.
I called his office and tried to get my medical notes
and his secretary said that he would be glad to send
them to a referring physician but not to the patient.
Can he do that?
Can I be denied my medical records?
I've got to get a lawyer.
This is my life.
This happened a few weeks ago.
I guess I'm upset today more because
I didn't get the job that I interviewed for.
I am more disappointed than I thought I would be.
Sorry, I'm being a Debbie Downer.
I need to get the JOY jar out.
These little ones could fill a bucket of JOY.
Harper's day care was closed this week
so I kept her Wednesday-Friday.
I had my camera in my pocket.
In the past three weeks, she's started
doing all kinds of things.
Today she put a bracelet on her ankle.
She's getting more hair.
This is the first clip bow that she's worn.
I had fun.
I played baby dolls.
She had on three different outfits today.
(But not because we were playing dress-up. She's teething.
Does that tell you anything?)
I didn't see the older kiddos very much this week.
But we did meet up at ChicFila for lunch on Tuesday.
This baby doll naps and sleeps so well.
Put her in her bed, give her a blankie,
in goes the thumb and she's out.
I could fill my JOY jar with these
and that would be enough.
Sorry for the self-pity party.
You didn't ask for an invitation, huh?