Thursday, February 6, 2014
Close to Nowhere
I’ve got SAD really bad...
• According to Wikipedia:
“Symptoms of SAD may consist of difficulty waking up in the morning, nausea, tendency to oversleep and overeat, especially a craving for carbohydrates, which leads to weight gain. Other symptoms include a lack of energy, difficulty concentrating on or completing tasks, withdrawal from friends, family, and social activities. All of this leads to depression, pessimistic feelings of hopelessness, and lack of pleasure which characterize a person suffering from this disorder.”
I think most people used to call it “winter blues.” By whatever name it’s called, I have it bad right now. And, I’ll bet, many of you reading this have it also.
It’s been a rough winter. Not as rough for us as some, but I’m the one who’s frozen solid, so I’m the one I’m worried about. There’s nothing I can do about folks crazy enough to live up North.
Light therapy is supposed to help. The kind of light therapy I need is really bright sunshine, along with appropriately moderate temperatures. I’m gonna be SAD until I’m warm again!
• I knew it was Monday this week when I woke up around 1:30 a.m. and was itching so badly I couldn’t go back to sleep the rest of the night.
Hours later, walking out the door at 6:30 a.m. to crank my car, which has to go in the shop in the next few days as it’s also sick, the steps collapsed under my feet and tossed me down while twisting themselves around my legs.
I was pretty sure I was badly broken as I couldn’t catch my breath or move. I’d landed with my lungs/ribs across the bottom step, my legs twisted in and around the steps, my bosom scraped across the concrete carport, and my wrists, having caught my entire weight at some point, throbbing madly. And naturally I landed in a puddle of leafy, dirty, icy cold water.
I had to change clothes, which was an agonizing effort in itself, and I still made it to work only a half hour late to find our Photoshop/Quark combo is out of whack.
We wrestled with that all day. Barry spent much of the day on the phone consulting experts, all who had different opinions.
We’re still working, but things are working differently and so we’re all out of sorts. Routine is not something you mess with on a deadline day!
I’m planning on taking a Benadryl every night this week, going to bed with my dogs (the huge puppy included) and maybe crying myself to sleep.
And I’m praying fervently for sunshine and warmth!
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