Honestly I’m not feeling so good today. I’m on the lowest dose of Zoloft and lowest dose of seroquel at night. I’m thinking that taking this round of antibiotics is affecting the effectiveness of the medicine. I hope. Today was an orientation to my new job. So much change in my life and, while it should be fun, I’m mostly faking it. I truthfully still think I’m mourning the passing of my dad (almost 18 months) and my mom’s struggles with dementia. It’s like I lost them both. And my home and job and anything familiar. I did a stupid thing, moving, during an emotional time. But I just wanted my daughter to go to a good school – and, more than likely, was acting in a “manic” way. I don’t like being called “bipolar” but looking back, perhaps it explains a lot. And I’ve never been reckless, but I did take risks – but calculated. This time, however, it impacted my family and it tears me up. But they are happy :). It’s just me struggling.
I had a cry today at one point in my orientation :). Quietly. But I hadn’t done that for weeks. I’m tempted to stop the antibiotics, but, since I hate taking meds anyway, when I do take them I like to follow directions. Four more days.
Thank you for asking. This is the pits. But I am grateful.