It's Sunday, and it's been three days since I've started on my new medication. Yesterday we had an all day board/card game day. We got up and around rather early, had breakfast, picked up some snacks, and were set up right on time for an 11:00 AM start time. I was able to spend the entire day in the "on" position. There was a light in my eyes, conversation in my mouth, and an utter lack of fatigue in my mind. Just one week ago, I was on my couch, stuck, binging on Netflix and embracing the sloth life. Saturday bled into Sunday, and I was still going strong well after 1:00 AM.
Today, I was much more out of my own head, talkative, energetic, and hungry. I have been dropping some weight over the last few months just from lack of eating. While I enjoy my clothes fitting better, I wasn't losing the right way. But, today we grabbed lunch at our favorite Indian buffet. We did some shopping, a whole lot of giggling, and I think I even bounced around to some music on the drive. These are things I haven't done in. . . I don't think I can remember how long. On previous medications, it would take weeks to make this sort of progress. Thus far, the only downside has been the emergence of some Lovecraftian horror from deep within my bowels. I was on the lookout for The Trots, but this is. . . I feel that I should stock up on apology notes and activated charcoal underwear. Who knows? I might just get my head on straight and find my career change at the same time. I'm sure there's a decorator or two out there looking to remove a house full of stubborn wallpaper. My deformed sense of shame could make this a win for everybody. But, if I keep slogging away answering an incessantly blinking phone for a living, I can at least do so knowing my brain is able to function on all cylinders.