This is Jones, whom I had the pleasure of meeting at PAWS this week. He is HUGE!
His tail is curled constantly and he has long legs and behaves almost like a dog. What a charmer and a sunny spot on my week.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Kitty of the Week-Jones
This is Jones, whom I had the pleasure of meeting at PAWS this week. He is HUGE!
His tail is curled constantly and he has long legs and behaves almost like a dog. What a charmer and a sunny spot on my week.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Blegh
February already. I have no idea what happened to January, it just disappeared!
Today I have another appointment with the new ARNP to talk about my meds. I'm so numbed out and dense it's difficult to formulate any heartfelt opinion outside a whiney, "I want off this dumb Paxil!"
I am so deflated. No self-worth and only weak threads of emotion remain accessible to me through the dense fog in which I am lost. I might not be so upset by such a flat-line if my mood flat-lined above the neutral point in my emotional spectrum, but at the moment I'm stalled out below my emotional mid-line.
I remember similar symptoms while I was on citalopram. I wasn't stuck in miserable like I am now, but stuck in an overly content mood where nothing felt terrible and nothing felt wonderful, I was stuck in a content neutral. When I get stuck in these mood ruts I lose all motivation and direction, floating around like a jelly fish without a grip on anything.
In the past couple weeks I've become much more aware of this mood rut, but I feel like it's been going on for quite some time. I feel sad when I think about my wedding weekend and how dumbed down I felt and removed from it all. I felt nothing-no anxiety or hardly any excitement-when the hubby and I bought a new car last week.
I feel like a gimp. Last night I contemplated looking for a job and couldn't imagine myself functioning well enough to make it through a shift at any job.
Lost.
Just lost.
Today I have another appointment with the new ARNP to talk about my meds. I'm so numbed out and dense it's difficult to formulate any heartfelt opinion outside a whiney, "I want off this dumb Paxil!"
I am so deflated. No self-worth and only weak threads of emotion remain accessible to me through the dense fog in which I am lost. I might not be so upset by such a flat-line if my mood flat-lined above the neutral point in my emotional spectrum, but at the moment I'm stalled out below my emotional mid-line.
In the past couple weeks I've become much more aware of this mood rut, but I feel like it's been going on for quite some time. I feel sad when I think about my wedding weekend and how dumbed down I felt and removed from it all. I felt nothing-no anxiety or hardly any excitement-when the hubby and I bought a new car last week.
I feel like a gimp. Last night I contemplated looking for a job and couldn't imagine myself functioning well enough to make it through a shift at any job.
Lost.
Just lost.
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