Poppa? But I Don’t Want to go to Work!

I guess the honeymoon with work is finally over because the last thing I wanted to do last night was go into work at 11pm yesterday evening.  I ended up staying up all day on the internet with only a few catnaps in-between bouts of browsing.  I was regretting that course of action around 3am this morning when Jim usually visits me.  He came back to purchase his sandwich and drink, and said I looked like death warmed over and that I had black circles under my eyes.  I kept myself awake by drinking lots of sugary caffeinated sodas which probably wasn’t the best thing to do.  The dogs had the right course of action and the most common sense when they got in the bed early yesterday morning and slept all day as usual. I should’ve followed their lead.  Sometimes, you are having so much fun and you just don’t want the fun to end.  I am going to sleep a few hours then get up and go buy myself some chocolate ice cream as consolation. 

Making Musical Memories…

I am on a big Sarah McLachlan kick at the moment. I was looking through mom’s music CD collection yesterday and saw a Sarah McLachlan CD. I had long ago lost all of mine through the divorce and my many moves since.  I downloaded all her CDs on iTunes yesterday and have been enjoying listening to her again after all these years.  I listened to certain songs of hers probably dozens of times yesterday over and over.  I am also so surprised I like Katy Perry so much with her being so mainstream and popular.  I usually shy away from what all the kids are listening to on the radio, but the kids these days seem to be going through an eighties sounding music revival.

We’ve Got Your Back, Mrs. Florene…

“How is your mother doing?” I asked George after he arrived to work this morning. 

“Do you think something is wrong?” George asked kind of defensively.

“I just worry about her driving in the dark.”

“She seems to be doing fine,” George replied. “But it is kind of embarrassing for your mother to have to drive you around at my age.”

I kind of chuckled at George’s last remark.  I shouldn’t laugh because it could be me in the same boat as George with all the times I drank and drove in my younger years. I will be sure to call Mrs. Florene this evening when I get up to check on her.  I haven’t heard from her in a few days.  That must mean things are quiet and good with George.

Whose the Crazy One?

Dad called me last night before work.  He had read a research study the day before yesterday that said adding the medication Abilify to your antidepressant works wonders for depressed people. 

“That drug can really mess up your blood sugar,” I told him bluntly.

“You’re always one step ahead of me,” dad replied. “I was just trying to help.”

“If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be taking any medications at all,” I said brusquely. 

I tried to explain to dad that the side effects of these psychotropic medications are often worse than the mental illness symptoms they are trying to cure.  Right now I am on 1mg of Risperdal taken in the mornings and hope to be off it pretty soon.  It will leave me with only taking my Paxil which is a antidepressant and I take it for my social anxiety symptoms.