All is well.
It’s late, and I’m tired. The gripe stuck and yesterday things came to a head, but it was worth it. We managed to talk through most of the crap and figure stuff out, and things are a bit better on that front.
I’m feeling pretty good actually, despite the fact that I’m exhausted and I’ve just agreed to do even more overtime at work…85 hours in two months to be precise.
I must be off my bloody rocker…oh hang on, yeah I am.
Actually, despite the arguments of the last few days I’m pretty stable at the moment. Although work is full of politics (and my ex husband, and my first love…yeah sad I know, but we all had a childhood sweetheart that broke our hearts don’t we? Sometimes I don’t know how I manage to cope with that on a daily basis) Despite all that I have to admit I still enjoy what I do and I’m bloody good at it.
I have an appointment with the psychiatrist next week which I’m not looking forward to. I can type until the cows come home, but I hate talking, especially when it’s about me. Hopefully that will bring us a step closer to getting the right diagnosis and meds, the 40mg of Citalopram I take daily helps with the depression, but it does nothing for those times when I just need to go wild. I am looking forward to that bit, but I’m not about to fool myself into thinking it will be a quick process.
I have run out of stamina, and the ability to type, you won’t notice but the spell checker has got its work cut out for it. Time for bed. I was going to ramble on about freedom of speech but I would prefer it to be coherent…I’ll see what I can do tomorrow when I’m awake.
