I have continued to take meds in the evening and I will do so for a while. Friday kids and I were home for the day. No school. Too Much Snow. I decided to go over to a friend's house-- in my neighborhood. Not too far away. Not having to go on any major roads, but not winding through back roads either.
Problem? I couldn't get my car out of the driveway. The wheels were frozen in pools of slushy snow that had iced over. I tried for an hour to get the car to move. Nothing. Managed to get the car out only after spouse returned and braced against the garage and all but lifted the vehicle out of the rubber-scented ice ruts.
My slapstick routine for the day:
I stood up from the couch and got my foot caught on a computer power cord. To avoid pulling the computer off the table, I went to extreme measures to free my foot. These efforts succeeded in saving the computer, but somehow caused my left foot to become stuck in the hem of my right pant leg. Which made it quite difficult to keep my balance. I flung my arms out to try and regain equilibrium. Instead, I flung my phone through the air with great force. It flew directly into the mantel, bounced off the wall and landed neatly on my coat. Practically in the pocket.
Saturday spent an unnatural amount of time tidying up (with help of other family members). I even tackled a pile of Unopened Mail and found only one or two Scary Things. If I were to make a horror movie, the bad guy would be constructed out of unopened envelopes addressed to me. Good things rarely come in envelopes. Much like good things rarely happen in hospitals. Are there exceptions? Sure. But don't count on it.
Then I chickened out of game night at a friend's house. I really did not want to go out on the roads (although I've heard they were much better). The governor of the state mobilized the National Guard for areas south of here and urged people to stay off the roads unless absolutely necessary. The state patrol reported 1,900 spinouts, 680 crashes, 66 jacknifed semis, 60,000 people without power to their homes due to the storm.
My rule-follower mindset and my natural inclination toward hermithood got the better of me.
I don't think the game/people avoidance is a Depression-related thing, but who knows. Even when I am not Depressed I struggle with the idea of on-purposely being in social settings involving more than four people. No doubt Freud would label this pathological, but I'm not sure I agree. I just really really really do not like making small talk (and I am very bad at it). Groups of people behave differently than individuals. They become something else.
Grateful Crap: Feeling Better on the sinus infection front.
took meds at night both days
tidied up some
laughed a lot
Quaker, teacher, parent,