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Went to Wal-Mart (yes I know that It’s not politically correct to shop there) and felt so light-headed but achey that I really wanted to go to bed but I had to take Tommy to his psychiatrist. At the psychiatrist Tommy put on a show of his most immature behaviors and when I left the appointment I felt like I’d had all the blood drained from my body. Stopped at the corner grocery for food for the boys’ camping trip. Came home and proceeded to put away the Wal-Mart and grocery stuff. Now I’m blogging while Amy eats the bowl of soup Doug heated up for me. As soon as I finish blogging I have massive amounts of cleaning to do when all I want to do is go back to bed.

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