I went back to the ob yesterday. They said normally you've got to jump through a bunch of hoops to get on anti depressants with their practice, but they just gave them to me based on my history and symptoms. I've got Prozac now, and I hope they get the job done.
My husband has contacted a sex therapist for himself. His first appointment is in two weeks. I'm sticking with the separation until and if he can prove to me he can stop being a dick. (sorry for the language.)
I have contacted the practice of the therapist I used to see. I stopped going because my therapist moved out of state, but I called and made an appointment with someone else. I really need to get back into that.
I've been taking the antibiotic for two days now. My throat is feeling better, and yesterday I was able to have my first meal in four days. It was wonderful.
As you can imagine, my milk supply was largely affected by my illness. I hadn't been able to eat or drink for several days, so it was dwindling more each day. I used up a lot of my frozen stash to try to keep up with her. I have bought fenugreek and steel cut oats, so I hope they work to get my supply back up.
Sophia has been acting very strange, and I was afraid that she'd had strep too. She slept like 16 hours yesterday, waking less often than normally and eating less. She also hates the pacifier and her swing, and she put up with both without a fight yesterday. Thankfully, she was herself again late last night. Maybe the antibiotic is helping her through my milk? No clue.
I have seen on Facebook that two of my cousins are still exchanging letters with my father. It bothers me a lot, probably more than it should. I just wish they'd keep it to themselves. I'd rather forget that he ever existed.