Not exactly sure why, but i have not felt like writing. i suppose it has something to do with the fact that i've changed pills yet again and so am having to go through the adjustment process again. This seems to mean extreme fatigue (which is what i thought i already had, but apparently it can be worse) which leads to a lack of the will to do much of anything. Therefore i do as little as possible--laundry, make pancakes for dinner, clean the occasional bathroom. i realize this makes me appear to be pretty much a useless lump, but i guess it's just part of the process. Hopefully this new go-round of medication will not leave me with shortness of breath and hot flashes, as did the last. And as much as i enjoyed the appetite suppressant side effect of the medication, feeling like i couldn't catch my breath was a bit of a bummer.
i had pretty much decided i would just hand over my ticket and take the ride and see where i ended up, see if it was a ride worth staying on and going round a few more times. i've pretty much decided i'm okay looking like a lump and doing little but knit and the few aforementioned chores. i guess my giving into my body wishing to hibernate and come out sometime Spring after next is somewhat weird to those around me, though, giving off the appearance of being the walking dead. i just have such short spurts of energy to use. Who wants to use those folding towels and cleaning bathrooms?
So hopefully i'll be back to myself one day--oh wait! This isn't "an interruption" of my true life, this is my true life right now. i honestly didn't think i could feel a whole lot lower than i did!
i need to find my inner Pollyanna.