Realized Something Was Not Right when I started crying at work. Granted that work is severely dysfunctional: I usually handle it with a lot more detachment. Spent the rest of the day in full-blown depressive mode: unproductive at best.

Arrived: Simply Stunning, catalog from a Pre-Raphaelite dress exhibit. Looks good, though not as many pictures ( Read more... )

I'm forced to concede that the Prozac isn't cutting it. Will go back on the Paxil tomorrow, in the hope of regaining equilibrium by 12th Night.

Weight: 209.6. Down a pound from the 19th; not surprising, given illness and lack of appetite. Started tracking food on Weight Watchers again. Walked around the block with Mary during afternoon break.

Switched over to Prozac on the 30th; woke up with a headache on the 31st (which might also have been the combination of Merlot and Drambuie from ( Read more... )

Dragged myself from my bed of pain and into work this morning: taking Zicam and Airborne with a fervor that amounts to religious: I’m a little coughy, but not exactly hacking up a lung. It’s all good, except the missing-two-days-of-the-week-before-Christmas part. Did a little shopping at lunch, which finished up Medb and Tonwen but did not make ( Read more... )

My turn to have the Cold.

Just talked to Tonwen, though, and she sounds pretty good.

Woke up about in time to throw some Christmas cookies and books together and drive to Aurelia’s for Company of Clothiers. Pretty good turnout for December: Astra fit several giornea and I helped cut one out, and fit a cotte pattern for Luighseach. Much business accomplished: we decided to combine the Ball this year with the Festival of the Rose on ( Read more... )

No fence Tuesday or Wednesday, and little else to show for those evenings, either. Wednesday afternoon I had an appointment at the Sleep Disorders Center down to Hoag: the doctor listened to my symptoms (when he wasn’t anticipating them) and expressed the opinion that my problem wasn’t apnea but rather Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. On my planet, ( Read more... )

This journal isn’t about my depression (although I’m entirely willing to discuss it with those seeking insight); nonetheless, a fit of depression is entirely likely to interfere with this journal. Which is what happened between the 1st and the 6th. I think it had been percolating before, but an entire evening of watching drowned New Orleans on CNN ( Read more... )

So, Friday night I couldn't decide whether I wanted to go to CP Prize or not before it was too late to call Aliskye and ask if I could drive up with her--Not to Decide is to Decide.

Saturday I woke up with a headache, rolled over and went back to sleep ( Read more... )