A big scary thing happened in Paris yesterday. Everyone seems to have their two cents about it, but I so far don’t see the need to. If I do, it’ll be in the appropriate venue (which I really should think up something to write on but like… *waves hands* nothing spooning). I will say that I had a friend at Petit Cambodge, but that she is fine and safe and we are all grateful to know that.
I think that I can tentatively report that the Seroquel split seems to have evened itself out. I don’t remember being foggy this morning, though I was still complaining about it yesterday. Mainly though, I’m just glad that my sleep seems to have gone back to normal. Messing around with Seroquel definitely makes for broken sleep for who the hell knows how long, as my time off of it when pregnant showed me. I figured it would even out fairly quickly since I was taking the same amount, so… yay for that. Well, outside of baby-induced waking; she’s unrepentantly declared herself a co-sleeper and flops like a fish, and pretty much anyone is going to wake up when headbutted in the jaw.
Whups, forgot to take my meds this morning. No wonder I wasn’t drowsy. ¬¬ Just took the lot and will skip Seroquel tomorrow morning, ’cause that seems to make the most sense to me.
Mainly, I’ve just been balled up knitting and gaming and trying to keep my head busy. Busy heads have less room to wallow in depression, yes yes. I also really want to colour-draw something with my pretties, but I have no inspiration. Maybe I just need to start throwing some lines down and see what comes of it, and then frame with lines or something. I don’t know. It would probably be a good brain-draining thing though. At least the gaming and the mild Instagram addiction gives me some sort of creative outlet at least. Or maybe I just need to pull down my colouring book, which is a proper super-thick dollar store acquisition from the days before all these new-fangled adult colouring books. Really, I will have my two cents on that — colouring is fun, you don’t need a for adults one. :p I’ve never got this whole rush to be soooooo grown up as to shun fun things like colouring and pillow forts, but anyways.
Aaaand as my brain has apparently booped out, I guess I’ll wrap this up. tl;dr still here somewhere. Dord. Still waiting to find out when my next appointment is, but at this rate I’m guessing I’ll be lucky to be seen before February unless there’s an emergency. I love the NHS, I do, but man, f this government for destroying it to sell to their richie buddies and making it harder for people to get care they need.
Hope y’all are doing well out there.