You know what?

I'm changing the post that was here previously. I originally wrote a short blurb and then I erased it and wrote a LONG ASS RANT and now I'm splitting the difference.

I'm tired, folks. I'm working two jobs while training a new employee. I'm having major car issues that are going to involve the purchase of a new vehicle that will add even more stress to my money issues. I'm having to take a pretty major dose of some hormones and another Big Med that are really jacking with my body. They cause me to lose sleep, give me flushed cheeks, nausea, and other good times.

I'm really upset. My heart is racing and my head feels hot and I'm trying to swallow feelings that I know I wouldn't be having if I wasn't loopy for lack of sleep and hopped up on the cocktail that my doc prescribed. My temper is like lighting a match. It flares up quickly but burns out just as fast. I'm NO GOOD at fighting. I HATE fighting. This is yet another reason why I'm not a lawyer. Don't get me wrong, I get angry, I get mad, I get riled up...but I don't want to fight with you. I have a friend with whom I have an understanding. She is a REALLY good fighter, and I am crap. So, when we sense a tussle coming, we just stop talking, look at each other across the room and say "agree to disagree". She learned how to fight when she was young, there were parent issues. Me, I just learned to cry a lot. Somehow I don't think that a judge would applaud a lawyer that bursts into tears and runs out of the courtroom, do you?

I'd continue, and I did in an earlier version of this post, but at this point I think that anything that I'd say would be counter-productive. I'm not sure how long these meds will be on the plate, but here's hoping that I'll be able to cut down to just one job after Thanksgiving. As for the car, ah well, such is life.

We can't all be perfect, totally cool, awesome people. Sad to say, but true. Some of us are just plain-jane office workers trying to make it through that 8-to-5 grind of a day sitting at a desk. Do I wish it could all be a bit more exciting? Yeah, I guess...but then I'd REALLY be lacking in sleep, right? Right.

Comments

[Jess]

Nah, you don't suck as a blogger. It's just that time of year. I'm sure the holidays will produce more than enough blog-fodder. ;)

[southernfriedgirl]

Girl, you rock.

What's up medically? Email me, chica.

[Gymshoes]

Oh, man, I've been there, done that, with meds that are supposed to solve one problem and cause new ones. The phrase "destroy the village to save it" comes to mind. ;-) You have my total sympathy. You have two choices: you can ride it out (easier to do if you know how long you'll be on the meds) or you can call the doctor and yell, "Jane, Jane...get me off this crazy thing!!" ;-) LOL!

Seriously, if you can't function or can't function in a way that passes for normal ("who, me, normal?") then maybe you need to ask if there's some other drug you could switch to that won't have these side effects. The whole point of taking medication is to restore health and balance to your body; it's supposed to make your body (and that includes your brain) function better, return to a state of health and normalcy. If you're totally wrecked by the medication you're taking, then the meds aren't, in a broad sense, doing what they should do.

My prescription in the interrim between now and when you get all the meds sorted out is to consume judicious amounts of chocolate and tussle on the floor with Emma. :-) Chocolate and dogs are always feel-good remedies. :-)