Yay for normal thyroids and under control blood pressure and thing-doing and nightshirts!

I'm getting out of my hating everybody mood I was in earlier today. Mostly through a liberal application of chocolate. If it works, it works.

I spectacularly failed to make mayonnaise yesterday (ingredients all over the kitchen, which made the dog happy) so today's lunch is egg salad made with avocado and mustard but no mayo. I'm liking it!

so today's lunch is egg salad made with avocado and mustard but no mayo. I'm liking it!

This is actually tonight's dinner! Well, with mayo, but still. Om nom nom.

Now I'm in the dentist's chair for a deep cleaning. Can this Monday get any Mondayer?

May the time go quickly, brenda. And no problems be discovered.

Zen, that all sounds familiar. I remember well strings of whole days curled in the corner of the couch, staring at nothing. Even with the remote in my hand, I didn't have the energy or will to turn the tv on. Just...whole days gone by, not thinking, just staring.

I would say it's hard to remember now, but it's not, it's really not. I can still feel that urge, poking around the edges and trying to get in again.

So yay, you, for being vigilant and taking care of yourself. All the rest of you struggling with this, too.

Today is just not going to be a day of staggering accomplishments. I mean, I went to some meetings and scheduled some meetings. I answered some emails. I put a thing that I need to return in a box and affixed a shipping label.

I'm alive. I'm wearing all the clothes I intended to be wearing when I left the house. I think I'm doing okay, especially considering that 49 people were shot in Chicago over the weekend: [link]

But in good me news, my newest BP med seems to be working and physically I'm feeling much better.

Yay for working BP meds!

Feral hobo editor sartorial update: still in nightshirt.

I need a nightshirt. I'm out of uniform.

At the risk of being all Iron Loves Carrots, how are your iron levels, Zen? The difference it has made for me is extraordinary.

Something else my doctor doesn't see a need to test. (Granted, he was right about my thyroid being fine.) Considering I'm not eating as much red meat as I used to, and I hate green leafy vegetables, it wouldn't be surprising if I were a bit anemic. Maybe I'll pick up some iron supplements. And a couple steaks. Anything but ferrous oxide, am I right?

Feral hobo editor sartorial update: still in nightshirt.

I need a nightshirt. I'm out of uniform.

I have changed into shorts and a Captain America t-shirt. So, tiny signs of life.

Anything but ferrous oxide, am I right?

Your basic iron supplement. I eat a lot of red meat, and I was slightly anemic. I think once we hit A Certain Age, it doesn't really matter.

Beverly, it helps a lot to know I'm not the only one this happens to. I mean, I KNOW I'm not, but hearing it helps. I've lost months to staring at the Web all the time whenever I wasn't working or sleeping. Maybe it's an addiction; I think it's more like a convenient place to hide.

Thanks, guys.

Also, I did the thing! Finally. Two weeks late. Everything I needed was right there in my desk, why didn't I just do it? I dunno. I'm using all the coping mechanisms and strategies I can find, and I'm not fucking up too many things anymore, but I feel like I'm fighting my own brain all the time. My brain doesn't want to do anything at all, and I don't know why.

The DH found a dog with a collar but no tags, and we are putting up flyers and posting to lists to see if we can find his people.

I, however, think I have some leftover trauma issues from losing Sassafras because I am in tears and would like to throw up. We need to get my daughter to go out for her birthday, and the DH's uncle and cousin are coming in tonight for a week long visit.