Yeah, so I redecorated around here as promised on Twitter Last week.
I redecorated because it was time. I apologize in advance to those who loved the "girly look". There is method to my particular brand of madness. Speaking of which…
I have been hesitant to mention this mostly because I was waiting for the meds to kick in. No really. It would appear I went sort of wongo beginning in late November ending about a month ago.
The clue? I began yanging at Manthing about stupid shit before the man even got out of bed. And I couldn't stop myself. By the end of the day, I was in tears, afraid the whole world hated me. Plus, I was treating Manthing badly. That is not at all like me. WTF?
And it had been happening with irritating monotony, Manthing informed me.
"Well, damn. Why didn't you say something? No one wants to live with a mad cow." I said.
"It wasn't all the time and it wasn't that bad.I wasn't sure what was going on. It could have been PMS or that peri-menopause thing thing or that your meds needed adjusting".
Either way I'm sure he was hestitant to mention it and risk getting his face fried off. I know *I* would have been. I know just what kind of a bitch I can be. I don;t even like to be around me when I'm like that.
So, that Monday I called my shrink and I was in his office by Thursday getting the happy pill adjusted and since then, I've been amazed how truly miserable I was. How can one live in that and not know? I guess it's just good I realized I was circling the drain.
The other night at dinner I looked at Manthing and asked him what he was smirking about to which he responded, "It's nice to see you without your little black cloud. The highs aren't so high and lows aren't so low".
He's right. It's nice to be without it.