Slept most of the day. Then "slept" the rest of the day. Hiding in my room. Not feeling well. One way or the other. Some mild fever. Some extreme exhaustion (my own dang fault). Some unwillingness to deal with very exuberant children running around the house. It felt like a bit of a squall. A Depression hiccup. A desire to not do anything or see anyone or talk to anyone or do anything. Ever. That was yesterday, so clearly I decided to do something again. Took bupropion this morning. After two days of not taking it. I will need to go back and do an inventory of what the days are like when I don't take that. One day off the sertraline won't have the same effect. (Youngest child just handed me my empty pill minder. The universe speaks.) Grateful Crap: When I eventually did get up to eat and speak with my family I managed to successfully go to bed before midnight. Daily Convexions: took meds took some time out (which done on occasion counts for me; done in excess counts against me) Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |