What is it like to feel rested, anyway?
Apologies for the absence, everyone. I did in fact start the new prescription on Friday and it has knocked me for a loop, just not in the good, fun, 'whoa, purple bunnies!' kind of way, more in the 'everything is exhausting' and 'why are my limbs so freaking heavy' and 'I wish there more hours in the day so I could sleep longer' kind of ways. The kind of way where I get home from work and immediately go to bed -- no dinner, no changing into pyjamas, barely enough time to kick off my shoes and make it into bed. One night I made it as far as the couch and went, Well, that's good enough, and slept for thirteen hours.
Needless to say, I've been pretty useless this week at work, what with the falling asleep at my desk and sleeping through lunch and the resulting brain fog of trying to pull enough energy together to follow what everyone else is talking about. (Don't worry, I'm not driving, either; people have come to pick me up and take me home, and I've been let go a couple hours early each day.)
It's probably a combination of the med, the mono, and the increase in dosage of my antidepressant and antipsychotics but, man, this is killer. And I was supposed to start doubling the dosage yesterday! Yesterday, when I went home early and slept for fifteen hours! Just -- no. But at least it's doing what it's supposed to be doing? I think?
Anyway. Dad and sis came down and put together all the furniture and I have done a grand sum of zero with it. It does look promising, though. All of the writing is on hold because I can barely string two thoughts together (this post has already taken half an hour to write) (fuck, bigbang posts next week, aw, hell). I should...probably clean my kitchen. Or take out the rubbish, at least. There might be flies breeding in it at this point. There are -- strawberry tops in it? And chicken bones, I think. Possibly. Empty tuna tins, those for sure. Hmm.
I want to take a nap.
Needless to say, I've been pretty useless this week at work, what with the falling asleep at my desk and sleeping through lunch and the resulting brain fog of trying to pull enough energy together to follow what everyone else is talking about. (Don't worry, I'm not driving, either; people have come to pick me up and take me home, and I've been let go a couple hours early each day.)
It's probably a combination of the med, the mono, and the increase in dosage of my antidepressant and antipsychotics but, man, this is killer. And I was supposed to start doubling the dosage yesterday! Yesterday, when I went home early and slept for fifteen hours! Just -- no. But at least it's doing what it's supposed to be doing? I think?
Anyway. Dad and sis came down and put together all the furniture and I have done a grand sum of zero with it. It does look promising, though. All of the writing is on hold because I can barely string two thoughts together (this post has already taken half an hour to write) (fuck, bigbang posts next week, aw, hell). I should...probably clean my kitchen. Or take out the rubbish, at least. There might be flies breeding in it at this point. There are -- strawberry tops in it? And chicken bones, I think. Possibly. Empty tuna tins, those for sure. Hmm.
I want to take a nap.