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It feels weird not to be posting every day now. I'd rather skip a day than write a boring post, though.
I had a really rough day yesterday, and I'm not sure why. It was one of those days that made me think I should bring up depression with my counselor, but I don't want to switch up my meds again. I only have one side effect with the Buspar, and it's about 5,000 times less awful than the side effects I had on Prozac, and the Buspar helps my anxiety much better than Prozac did. I know Prozac isn't the only anti-depressant out there, but I like my Buspar, and I'm not even sure that I am depressed. I only have certain days where I feel that way, and the rest of the time, I'm fine. Sort of.
Anyway, yesterday I was sick with something--I think I had a migraine and some sort of sinus problem. I was in pain, completely exhausted, strangely dizzy (the world wasn't spinning, but it felt like all the blood in my head was sloshing back and forth, kind of like someone had set my head on a boat), and I basically just felt like crap. On top of all that, I was just completely obsessing over depressing stuff--I watched an episode of House on my laptop and was practically in tears because why the hell were we using life-and-death situations as entertainment? Sickness and death are serious issues, not something that should be put on television as an insipid distraction! I got really, really upset over House, took a shower, came out, saw that now Rachel was watching House on TV, and watched two more episodes with her and was completely fine. Yeah, I don't know.
On the upside, I was really upset and sickly all morning as well, and since I had an hour to spare between my morning class and lunch, I laid down and tried to take a nap. I couldn't sleep, so I did progressive muscle relaxation and then just laid down and relaxed for forty-five minutes, and I felt great. My head felt better and I was just the calmest I'd ever been. The calm only lasted for an hour or so, but it was a beautiful feeling. I wanted to brag about it, but I think only Rachel would have understood why progressive muscle relaxation was so cool. So I'm bragging here.
On a completely different note, I loaned my copy of Twilight to Katy, and she read it three times over Thanksgiving break. D: What have I done? I don't know if I can be friends with one of those people. (J/k, I'll make an exception for Katy. I'll just have to give her frequent disapproving looks).
My dino is a baby, and it is the cutest thing ever. Look! And click!
I had a really rough day yesterday, and I'm not sure why. It was one of those days that made me think I should bring up depression with my counselor, but I don't want to switch up my meds again. I only have one side effect with the Buspar, and it's about 5,000 times less awful than the side effects I had on Prozac, and the Buspar helps my anxiety much better than Prozac did. I know Prozac isn't the only anti-depressant out there, but I like my Buspar, and I'm not even sure that I am depressed. I only have certain days where I feel that way, and the rest of the time, I'm fine. Sort of.
Anyway, yesterday I was sick with something--I think I had a migraine and some sort of sinus problem. I was in pain, completely exhausted, strangely dizzy (the world wasn't spinning, but it felt like all the blood in my head was sloshing back and forth, kind of like someone had set my head on a boat), and I basically just felt like crap. On top of all that, I was just completely obsessing over depressing stuff--I watched an episode of House on my laptop and was practically in tears because why the hell were we using life-and-death situations as entertainment? Sickness and death are serious issues, not something that should be put on television as an insipid distraction! I got really, really upset over House, took a shower, came out, saw that now Rachel was watching House on TV, and watched two more episodes with her and was completely fine. Yeah, I don't know.
On the upside, I was really upset and sickly all morning as well, and since I had an hour to spare between my morning class and lunch, I laid down and tried to take a nap. I couldn't sleep, so I did progressive muscle relaxation and then just laid down and relaxed for forty-five minutes, and I felt great. My head felt better and I was just the calmest I'd ever been. The calm only lasted for an hour or so, but it was a beautiful feeling. I wanted to brag about it, but I think only Rachel would have understood why progressive muscle relaxation was so cool. So I'm bragging here.
On a completely different note, I loaned my copy of Twilight to Katy, and she read it three times over Thanksgiving break. D: What have I done? I don't know if I can be friends with one of those people. (J/k, I'll make an exception for Katy. I'll just have to give her frequent disapproving looks).
My dino is a baby, and it is the cutest thing ever. Look! And click!