Rose-Colored World

So I'm thinking about going back on my psych meds. This time, I'll try a different concoction. I haven't been feeling so hot of late. Not terrible, although I have had some terrible days--more than before. I miss waking up feeling good. I miss stability.

So I'll give it another try. But if I start experiencing the major side effects (somnolence, increased appetite/weight gain, anorgasm, lack of motivation), then I'm just going to have to go it alone. No meds. I know there's no cure-all, but I'd still like to give it another try.

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Anyhow, things are okay. Life is fine. Really like having a cleaning woman come in once a month. Helps keep me cleaner/neater, and also gives me time to do more yard work, among other things.

Haven't been working out very much lately. So much for the psych meds taking away my motivation (that's all me, baby!). Insomnia and frequent waking is a problem. Last night was a good night--I only got up three times. I've been using sleeping pills and motrin the nights before work. The other nights I just struggle.

Dyed my hair again today. I'd been a very dark, chocolatey brown over Spring, but went blonde-ish a few months ago. I've never really liked the blonde color my stylist has used and last week I went back to her to have her do my roots and came out more blonde and less happy than when I went in. I gave it a week or so, but today I decided to get rid of it. Now I'm "medium ash blonde" (kind of a mousy brown-blonde) which I think is closer to my natural hair color (altho I have red in mine). I'm not thrilled with the result, but I think I like it better than the blonde.

Gettin' so I change my hair color almost as often as I change my socks!

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YellowDog almost killed RacerEx's girlfriend's cat the other day. The cat lives with the girlfriend's dog, Sugar, and, until YellowDog came for a visit, the cat and Sugar had co-existed quite amicably.

Seems that YellowDog, along with being part Pit Bull, is a bad influence on Sugar. The two of them trapped the cat and tried to tear it to bits.

Luckily, no one was hurt.

Guess you can take the dog out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the dog. I had noticed she's become rather territorial lately, pacing the yard back and forth, barking a lot at passers-by, marking her spot with pee more often than usual. Ah well, like I said, she is a Pit Bull. That jaw's not as big as it is for smiling--it's for breaking bones!

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Rover's been fantastic. Never ceases to surprise me. HeadShrinker made the same remark: that I'm always surprised when Rover comes thru and/or shows me how much he loves me.

It's a Rover thing. I just don't expect him to be normal, to act normal. With everyone else, I was never surprised by their actions--they were consistent with the image I had of them. Rover's actions don't match my image. Guess I should work on that. Or not.

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That's about it. Like I said, feeling rather blah lately. Not bad, just not great.

Still having pain in my lower pelvic area and now have discovered a very hard lump deep within. That can't be good.

As Roseanne Rosanna Danna would say, "It's always something!"