Today, the alarm I set to remind me to pick up Audra from summer school went off, and I immediately got up to go get her, but my shoes were not in the closet where they belong, nor were they by my bed or under my desk. Finally I found them under the kitchen table.
As I sat down to put them on, it occurred to me that on an unusually hot day, I should bathe before putting on clothes (shoes are clothes) that get worn daily without laundering them. So... having forgotten all about Audra's need for a ride, I took a long, leisurely, and refreshing almost-too-cold shower. Then, feeling good but a little tired, I thought a well-earned short nap was in order. Fortunately, it is my routine to check messages on my phone before I take a nap.
Audra waited about 45
minutes for me, on what may prove to have been the hottest day of the year! I apologized
profusely when I arrived. As I drove her home, I thought about how nice it was
that Audra was so understanding about my lateness, while an underlying thought
taunted me:
Is this a GOOD thing?
Is this a GOOD thing?
My neurologist was unhappy when he learned that an antidepressant had been prescribed for me. He asked me to have the psychiatrist who prescribed the antidepressant call him immediately. I am now on day two in the process of going back off of the antidepressant, and I am already feeling more focused and less tired.
ReplyDelete(I purposely withhold names of professionals who have treated me, to avoid inadvertent harm that might be caused if I made an uniformed comment about a named individual.)