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A real live update....
May. 29th, 2003 04:17 pmI haven't been terribly consistant with my journal lately....which, come to think of it, sums up how I've been about everything. Dumb brain chemistry.
Okay, so those of you who were in circle with me last moon will be pleased to know that I went to the doctor yesterday. They took blood (cuz they haven't got enough) and are going to check to see if my Thyroid has put up an "out of order" sign. The doc also gave me a scrip for a new fancy-shmancy prozac "UBER-Prozac"...I take it once a week, and its supposed to be time released happy-and-productive-member-of-society-goodness.....we'll see. I go back in a month, and if I'm still bummed, we try a new anti-depressant, assuming of course that its not all really my thyroid's fault.
Here's a problem....how the hell am I going to remember to take the damn thing once a week?!?! Urg. Hello calendar....
I am damned tired of being depressed. I'm thirty, healthy, reasonably attractive, possessed of no little wit, have a home, a husband and beautiful children....dammit, I'm ready to enjoy this now, please. Grrr... Stand Up! Hit Harder! (somehow that's not terribly effective, even when one is talking to oneself).
On the other hand I can tell I'm starting to swing back up---otherwise I wouldn't be writing this, eh? Plus, I did finally get off of my keister and go see the medical establishment (a not favorite pastime of mine). I have gotten better about keeping the house up again, although I'm not quite the Stepford-wifely-Nazi-of-Cleanliness that I was five months ago. Come to think of it, that's probably just as well. Obsess much? who me?
Speaking of obsessions du jour, I'm having a kick ass time with knitting. I'm almost finished with the poncho I'm making for Morgan, and I've got several more projects kicking around in my head. Designing knitting projects is a blast....some fun! I'm also working on sewing projects, but knitting I can do in the living room--big plus.
Avon is not going as well. I am still at that tippy edge of doing it well. Time to fish or cut bait, methinks.
Enough contemplative rambling....
Okay, so those of you who were in circle with me last moon will be pleased to know that I went to the doctor yesterday. They took blood (cuz they haven't got enough) and are going to check to see if my Thyroid has put up an "out of order" sign. The doc also gave me a scrip for a new fancy-shmancy prozac "UBER-Prozac"...I take it once a week, and its supposed to be time released happy-and-productive-member-of-society-goodness.....we'll see. I go back in a month, and if I'm still bummed, we try a new anti-depressant, assuming of course that its not all really my thyroid's fault.
Here's a problem....how the hell am I going to remember to take the damn thing once a week?!?! Urg. Hello calendar....
I am damned tired of being depressed. I'm thirty, healthy, reasonably attractive, possessed of no little wit, have a home, a husband and beautiful children....dammit, I'm ready to enjoy this now, please. Grrr... Stand Up! Hit Harder! (somehow that's not terribly effective, even when one is talking to oneself).
On the other hand I can tell I'm starting to swing back up---otherwise I wouldn't be writing this, eh? Plus, I did finally get off of my keister and go see the medical establishment (a not favorite pastime of mine). I have gotten better about keeping the house up again, although I'm not quite the Stepford-wifely-Nazi-of-Cleanliness that I was five months ago. Come to think of it, that's probably just as well. Obsess much? who me?
Speaking of obsessions du jour, I'm having a kick ass time with knitting. I'm almost finished with the poncho I'm making for Morgan, and I've got several more projects kicking around in my head. Designing knitting projects is a blast....some fun! I'm also working on sewing projects, but knitting I can do in the living room--big plus.
Avon is not going as well. I am still at that tippy edge of doing it well. Time to fish or cut bait, methinks.
Enough contemplative rambling....
