In other news, the horrendous muscle pain has returned. My muscles feel sore and swollen, like I've been on a stairmaster for a few days. And the bottoms of my feet and the palms of my hand are tender -- like they're bruised. Totally weird. I talked to my doctor, who confirmed that it is possibly a side effect (again) of my (new) anti-depressants. So now I get to go cold turkey for a couple days and see if the pain goes away. Super fun!
Also, Punkin now has a black eye from falling on some concrete steps outside his school. And he fell (at Oma and Opa's) off the side of the stairs onto the couch and coffee table, striking various body parts on the way down. He cried for about 35 seconds and then picked out a movie to watch. He seems fine except for a scratch and some bruises. I, on the other hand, lost about 2 years of my life.