Stepping down
So now I've stepped down off the Effexor from 300 mg daily to 75 mg daily. Without the advice of a physician, but it's not like I need one at this stage. I have experienced no physical symptoms of withdrawal as of yet, which is as it was last time I stepped down but not off. I'll contact the doc when I'm ready to go off it completely.
However, I'm feeling increasingly anxious these past few days, but that might be because, ah, I live in interesting times and not because of the decrease in meds. Must stay off the blogs. Bad for the blood pressure.
I finally got the Christmas lights up on Monday by deciding to do it before work instead of trying to pry myself out of bed on a Saturday or doing it after work, when it's totally dark. Hanging lights for me is a piece of cake, because my roofline is totally horizontal, the house is only one story, and a previous owner put little hooks under the eaves. All I have to do is drag out the three-foot stepladder, stick the wire into a few hooks, climb down the ladder, move it a few feet, rinse and repeat.
As for the interior decorations, I only managed to get them up on Saturday because my mom dropped by to return the DVDs I'd left at her house over Thanksgiving. She helped me decorate the trees. (I have four, ranging from 4 feet to 18 inches, which I arrange in a little grove next to the TV.) I can get motivated to do things sometimes when someone is there to act as a catalyst; otherwise, I veg out on the couch and watch all the channels at once. OK, in sequence by flipping around and around, but you know what I mean.
An inversion has hunkered down in the valley and the haze is settling in. It's at the stage where you can see the haze against the mountains and on the horizon, especially when the sun sets or rises. It turns pale pink in the morning and I assume it's more orange in the evening, but I'm always still at work when the sun sets anymore.
Work is slow. I have several projects going on, but there are only little ticky-tacky things to do with them, all of which depend on input from some very overstressed engineers who are trying very hard to keep all of their own ticky-tacky little jobs straight. Someone told me this morning that she hasn't forgotten about the stuff she was supposed to give me, it's just that there are always so many fires to put out.
Criminey, I'd hate to supervise this lot. I doubt it's any different from any other large company. We've got three flavors of engineers (mechanical, electrical, software), all of whom know what they're doing, but getting them all on the same page in some kind of order must make herding cats seem like a close-formation military drill. Lucky for me, I'm just a writer in this rock-and-roll band (as another tech writer is fond of saying) and a contractor to boot, so I don't have to deal with anything that's not right in front of me.
However, I'm feeling increasingly anxious these past few days, but that might be because, ah, I live in interesting times and not because of the decrease in meds. Must stay off the blogs. Bad for the blood pressure.
I finally got the Christmas lights up on Monday by deciding to do it before work instead of trying to pry myself out of bed on a Saturday or doing it after work, when it's totally dark. Hanging lights for me is a piece of cake, because my roofline is totally horizontal, the house is only one story, and a previous owner put little hooks under the eaves. All I have to do is drag out the three-foot stepladder, stick the wire into a few hooks, climb down the ladder, move it a few feet, rinse and repeat.
As for the interior decorations, I only managed to get them up on Saturday because my mom dropped by to return the DVDs I'd left at her house over Thanksgiving. She helped me decorate the trees. (I have four, ranging from 4 feet to 18 inches, which I arrange in a little grove next to the TV.) I can get motivated to do things sometimes when someone is there to act as a catalyst; otherwise, I veg out on the couch and watch all the channels at once. OK, in sequence by flipping around and around, but you know what I mean.
An inversion has hunkered down in the valley and the haze is settling in. It's at the stage where you can see the haze against the mountains and on the horizon, especially when the sun sets or rises. It turns pale pink in the morning and I assume it's more orange in the evening, but I'm always still at work when the sun sets anymore.
Work is slow. I have several projects going on, but there are only little ticky-tacky things to do with them, all of which depend on input from some very overstressed engineers who are trying very hard to keep all of their own ticky-tacky little jobs straight. Someone told me this morning that she hasn't forgotten about the stuff she was supposed to give me, it's just that there are always so many fires to put out.
Criminey, I'd hate to supervise this lot. I doubt it's any different from any other large company. We've got three flavors of engineers (mechanical, electrical, software), all of whom know what they're doing, but getting them all on the same page in some kind of order must make herding cats seem like a close-formation military drill. Lucky for me, I'm just a writer in this rock-and-roll band (as another tech writer is fond of saying) and a contractor to boot, so I don't have to deal with anything that's not right in front of me.