Pogo

So I'm sitting here at my desk and I keep hearing a noise outside. This repetitive, irritating noise. It stops for a second, and then it starts up again. Grnng grack, grnng grack, grnng grack. What the hell is that noise? And then it hits me: it's a pogo stick. The kids next door must have gotten a pogo stick.

And it's driving me nuckin' futs!

Oh well, they'll lose interest soon enough.

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Been tapering off my meds again. I'm down to 1/4 pill starting today and I feel okay. I was moody and down the other day, but I think those feelings might be explained by PMS.

Boy am I tired! Fatigue is one of the withdrawal symptoms. So is anxiety and overwhelming depression. So I'll take fatigue. Had difficulty pushing the vacuum cleaner around today, so I guess I'm feeling rather weak too. Not good. Hard to be a macho firefighter when one can barely push a vacuum around.

Wonder if I'm a bit anemic. I've been having some menstrual issues over the last several months amounting to prolonged, heavy bleeding. I had an appointment with my OB-Gyn on Thursday, but he canceled because he was sick. I couldn't get another appointment until September 20th. Ah, managed care. Well, at least I have care. I'll just taking some multi-vitamins with iron just in case.

I go see a real shrink on Tuesday. I want to change meds or get off them completely based on his recommendations. Celexa isn't working for me anymore. Too many side effects have cropped up and I refuse to live with them any longer.

I've gained a lot of weight on this Celexa-- ten to 12 pounds. Yikes! Thank god I was in the best shape ever when I first went on them because now I'm just thicker and still look okay. But I don't like it.

And life with Rover isn't exactly conducive to eating well and exercising regularly. Wish he lived closer.

So I'm not getting much done the last few days due to the fatigue. Oh well, it'll go away eventually, I guess. Or it won't.

That's about it.

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Movie recommendation: Go see Little Miss Sunshine. It's a hoot.