So...

Its not my heart... whew! But I'm growing more convinced that it isn't mono either. So much for MDs and their inability to look outside the box. No offence intended to any MDs out there, but for a doctor to brush particular symptoms aside without further investigation, to me is inexcusable.

Through lots of reading online (as objectively as possible, I might add... as soon as I started to feel anything other than calm and in charge of the information at my fingertips, I shut the laptop down and get back to a peaceful, rational place) I have a hunch as to what is going on.

Not ready to state it here just yet, but if I'm right, it isn't anything super scary, so don't go getting freaked out on my behalf... it may, however take awhile to restore necessary balance. I found a doctor through some searching that has some experience in the area, and booked an appointment for Friday morning. Don't know if I'll get any answers that day or not, but at least it feels like a step in the right direction.

I really and truly appreciate each and every one of you. I know this isn't the type of posting you've grown to expect out of me, but it is real life, after all. I may shield you from the nitty gritty of my daily struggles with housework and bad-Mom moments (there are enough of those blogs out there already), but my intention is to always be honest and true.

Sick Beth has had plenty of moments of frustration at being held back, but she is also learning to abide in the moment and not fret about the things that in the long run, really don't matter.

Oh, and by the way... the Christmas tree is now un-decorated and out the door. It was so crispy, the ex-firefighting Farmboy couldn't handle it anymore and took matters into his own hands. The laundry has all been washed and dried, and awaits our plundering in a huge pile on the loveseat (hey, at least its clean... and fun to jump into, reports the almost-5-year-old).

The dust bunnies, on the other hand, I've begun to name.