on the mental health front, my ass is getting kicked by a slew of meds prescribed recently. I'm lucky in that, being on disability, I get some kind of medicare, in this case part D, which covers most of my rxs. The flip side of that, however, is it covers the side effects of said meds as well.
I've always been referred to in circles of bipolar friends as "the side effect queen", for my propensity to acquire the weirdest and worst of most med bad effects. For instance, leukopenia, or a prolactinoma, or anorexia (not nervosa). unfortunately, when I'm doing well on a regimen of meds, and the list, I assure you, is quite hefty, I can't sleep for shit.
It's after 5 now, I've been awake since 3, i went to sleep at midnight. I do have a puppy to play with, but she's sleepy now after eating and playing, so I'm not so lucky there. Also, it's pitch black outside with a mere 60watt bulb to light the whole yard and she's not so keen on what's lit and what isn't, so outside play will have to wait at least another hour and a half.
I'm fazed by the news, I'm in bad-news-fatigue. I can't find a solitary thing that I care about so very deeply that I'd dice it and analyse it and try to make some kind of sense out of it.
I am seriously considering going back to school in order to find some kind of human connection. Not that I wouldn't be furthering my education in hopes of someday finding meaningful work, but regardless, it's only so deep you can go with the people at the wee tiny farmer's market, or the sourpussed clerk at the stopnshop in town. we have neighbours, but they're preparing to move. It occurs to me that I know more people in canada than I do in texas, and texas has just as many people, i think. lemme look that up...no, no, texas is short canada by about 10M people. ah well, it's smaller.
In dog news, she's healthy as a horse. I cried the first time she ate a whole bowl of food, because watt didn't eat anything, just was very sick. She has since eaten many bowls of food, causing many clean-ups. I'm aware that she's still young, and doesn't really have a concept of what "outside" is for, but she's getting the hang of it, slowly. It'll be a couple weeks before she can "hold it". This is news to me and it's my blog I'll say whatever I want to.
We got a soccer ball. The Otherh and I work out kicking it around for an hour, but yesterday was a day off to let sore muscle striations settle down.
Next step: make stew from the rest of the game hens left over.