I did not swing last night. When I was getting Henry ready for bed, the room was spinning and I started to feel woozy. I sat down on the floor and just felt... well, weird, for lack of a better word. I hadn't eaten dinner (not hungry) and I think I may have been hypoglycemic. I suffered from severe non-reactive hypoglycemia as a child (meaning I could eat a high protein meal and still pass out with a blood sugar of 40), but I haven't had too many issues with it since I passed puberty. I at a few eggs and a wheat-a-bix, and a banana with cashew butter, and went to bed.
I made an appointment with Dr. She, the miracle worker. He's an amazing acupuncturist from China. I went to him about 4 years ago, right before I got pregnant with Addie. I was having similar problems - totally tired all the time, not sleeping, depressed for no reason- and not only did he help alleviate all symptoms, he was able to tell me what was going on with me before I even told him why I was there. He took my pulse, did a few examinations, and also told me my entire medical history. He is the most intuitive person I have ever met. I go this Friday, and I can't wait.
I'm eating a bowl of Scottish oatmeal with fresh berries, and I'm going to try to eat well today and take care of myself. I don't handle stress very well, but I'm trying. Both Henry and Addie are having friends over after school, so it's going to be a loud day, but I feel confident I can handle it.