Too Early To Tell
I’ve been off this particular medication for a couple weeks, now, and I feel good about it.
Slightly reluctant and nervous, but good. I don’t like being on medication.
It’s hard to tell what might be symptoms and what aren’t. I came in to work seriously late twice in the last week — but was that a symptom of chemical issues, or just that I really, really, really didn’t want to go? (The level of awfulness at work has been fluctuating wildly.)
I took yesterday off to sleep. I think this was making up missing my usual 30 hours of sleep last weekend due to the LAN party.
Felt fine today. In fact, Doug mentioned that I’d been a lot more cheerful last week than usual.
Good.
Does it sound like I’m rationalizing and making excuses? I hope not. I don’t think I am.
I don’t think I’m going anywhere, but I don’t think I’m falling, either.
Some time in the next month or so, Meg’s going to come up and help me sort through these boxes. That should be fun, and I say that with very little irony.
Boxen herding!
I still think you should move before unpacking. Eventually those spiders are going to figure out how to pick the lock on your front door.
Posted January 29, 2010, 7:59 amMy cynical self says that if you haven’t pulled it out of the box in five years then you probably don’t need it, and you should throw them all away.
… however, my sentimental self understands the need for certain keepsakes and memories, and you can’t just trash those wholesale, so unfortunately unpacking is in your future.
Posted January 29, 2010, 10:22 am