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tuesday muse day August 27, 2013
As somebody who has spent more time depressed than otherwise--and as someone
whose non-depressed experiences have been, for at least the last quarter-century or
so, hyperthyroid and manic...I don't know what the blue blazes "normal" is
supposed to be. Seriously--I don't have a clue. How do I know if I feel better, if I
don't feel fantastic and super-energized and marvelous? If normal is the spot exactly
mid-way between awful and marvelous, does normal mean I don't feel anything at
all?
That said, I suppose I do feel better. Not great, but better:
Still feel tired, still wish I had a different life, still feel overwhelmed most of the
time...but handling it better. Able to cope. Squeaking by. I am impatient, I guess. I
have made progress, I know that, and I just have to be satisfied that I am moving
forward.
A big problem for me is that taking care of myself--eating right, making sure I drink
my water, exercising, paying attention to how I feel and doing things to fix it if I feel
bad--is boring. It is a tedious, annoying bore and I hate to do it, so I end up NOT
doing it, and digging myself into a hole. Seriously. I cannot stand having to pay
attention to all that stuff. no matter how important it is to my well-being, it isn't
important to ME...if that makes any sense.
OTHER STUFF
It's very hot. Muggy and mid-90s. HATE, but good pool weather at least. Getting
my swims in, although I am trying to be careful not to injure myself again. We finally
got the Ph up in the pool, and the water is like satin. My hair and skin are grateful, I
must say.
Of course that means Spouse will flag a little bit--he doesn't handle heat well, and has a tendency to let that get him down. When I came in after my swim yesterday, I jumped on dinner & dishes so he could just relax. I was feeling kind of pooped myself, after the huge bad news about my friend (J Smith), and a long day. I found myself dozing off at Text Twist 2 around 9, and headed for bed. Astonishingly, I didn't wake up all night! When I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm this morning, it was 4:29! I later realized that I hadn't had a single thing to drink since about 3:00 in the afternoon, and that explained a lot! (I am so bad about fluid replenishment sometimes.)
Talked to Auntie for a bit yesterday, and she seems to be doing pretty well. I sent
her an arrangement of red roses last Friday, just to let her know I was thinking of
her. The florist I use sent me an email that they were having a red roses sale, so I
took advantage. Unfortunately, she was in Green Valley at her sister's until yesterday,
but Doctor Cousin took custody until she got back yesterday. Auntie was tickled to get
them; said they were a splash of color to make her black & grey living room pop.
'saboutit...I don't have enough life to write about it every day.
Reading: �Mary Marie� (1920), by Eleanor H. Porter
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Listening: Concrete Blonde, Edie Brickell & New Bohemians, 10,000 Maniacs, KT Tunstall
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