So it’s been a medical week. I only had two appointments, but that’s more than usual for me. Last Saturday I got some new eyeballs. I was having trouble with dry eyes, especially at work so he gave me a trial pair of Acuvue Oasys. Problem solved, I’m loving these things. Then on Monday, I went to see my family doctor for the first time in two years. She didn’t yell at me like I thought she would. So after sitting there chatting for over half an hour (have I mentioned how much I LOVE my doctor?), she decided to do a full panel of blood work. She also wants me to do a sleep study, thinking I might have sleep apnea. I have to tell you, though… I don’t think I’m the one with the problem. John says I snore very little, on the rare occasion. He, however… like a freaking freight train. Every night, it wakes me up at least three times. Hence the never getting into full REM mode. I’m constantly wiped out, constantly. Anyway, so she tested me for thyroid problems, diabetes, arthritis (which I thought was odd, but I guess because I mentioned I’m always achy), and a host of other things. Eight vials of blood. And then I had to go to work, drained and feeling crappy. I made it to 4:30 and said I’m out guys, sorry. I promptly came home and crashed for four hours. The results should be back by tomorrow.

The other thing, which I wasn’t so sure about, was putting me back on an anti-depressant. I’m torn between knowing that maybe I need it again, and not wanting to have to depend on a pill to be happy. I realize it’s not that simple, that’s it a chemical thing and hey, if it helps right? I just have a not-so-stellar track record with one of them that scared me half to death (Zoloft was bad news for me). I did some research of my own before the appointment on some different drugs just in case she suggested it, and Cymbalta sounded like the best one. And that’s the one she suggested right off the bat. I’m only on day four of the trial pack, so we’ll see what happens.

So I’m off today, and I have big plans. Ha. What’s the excitement? Unpacking the rest of my computer room and getting it organized woohoo. I’m finally going to bring my new IKEA desk in here and put it to use. The sun’s out, John is working tonight and I have the house to myself. It’s a good day.

I suppose I should write something here to let people know I’m still alive, eh? Well I am. My brain is a baffled hot mess right now, so you get short and to-the-point bullets (which aren’t all that short, but whatever).

- Blood tests all came back normal (did I say that already?). So I’m not down because of metabolic reasons. I’m down because I’m down.

- The Cymbalta seems to be working ok. Just ok, not great. The first couple of weeks I was on it, I cried. And cried. I think because it was so surreal for me to not be up and down every other minute. Yes, it was weird for me to feel normal, and it purged itself in the form of tears. Over anything. I’m a freak, I know. I’m okay with it, thanks.

- The house is wonderful. I love being a homeowner. People tell me this is “the honeymoon” phase of buying a home. But I think I’ll feel this way for a long, long time.

- I cleaned out the flowerbed in front of the house last week, churned up some fresh mulch and got rid of all the dead stuff. Lo and behold, I have hostas! And tulips! And stonecrop! And other things I don’t recongnize yet, but underneath the dead and dried ugliness were annuals! The hostas are about three inches tall so far, and they look to be the white variegated kind. Awesome.

- One last thing: I need to ditch Sprint. So I wanna know - which wireless carrier do you have, and why do you like them? I’m thinking Verizon, but I’m not sure yet. Do tell…