There’s this terrible thing about adjusting your meds: side effects. They are a bitch sometimes. I have bloody noses every morning. I get dizzy if I look up too quickly. Others are minor, such as dry skin, and waking up earlier than intended. Add to the list: constipation. Ever since I started my new dose of
Happy new year! The one year anniversary of Terminally Intelligent is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I’m very excited! In the meantime, I’ll tell you about my New Year’s Eve, and why I cried last night. First of all, I made pie. Kind of. I made an awesome apple pie that was
In preparation for January, Jenny and I are getting ready to live a no-processed-food month. This means no ketchup, or crackers, or store bought bread. No ramen, no chips, and no Oreo cookies. It will be an interesting month. During our New Year’s Eve game night, all chips, cookies, and other perishable processed foods are
Over the next couple of days, I’m going to talk about why I’m crying so much lately. First on the list: Death. Specifically, end of life paperwork. Jenny and I are writing our wills. It’s hard to think about who will get what when I die. How do I choose who in my life gets
Three routers later, we are connected to the internet again! This is exciting. On to more interesting things! I’m finding myself more and more anxious as Christmas nears. This time last year, I was seriously undermedicated, I had lost my job, moved in with my girlfriend, and had plans to spend Christmas with an entire
My router broke, or something. I think the cat slept on it too often. Oh well. Them’s the breaks. Also, I’m not posting anything significant while it’s down. It’s hard enough to answer all me emails via cell phone (which took all God damned day). I’m not going to try to be witty or relevant.
I’m a crazy kind of guy sometimes. It happens, right? Well, the last couple of days have been a tornado of emotions, and I think I’m kind of settling down. And I like where I am. I’ve always been good in a crisis. The part of my brain that obsesses over how things could be wrong is
First of all, more detail on George, so the rest of this will make sense. I got permission to share this stuff, because George and I agree that it’s good for people to know that I’m not the only crazy bitch in this place. When George came over Monday, he was in bad shape. He
Sunday night, I went to bed freezing cold. Ten minutes later, I was covered in sweat, and crying. Migraine City, population: me. That’s not what this post is about though, I’m just explaining why I didn’t write anything yesterday. Oh yeah, when I woke up, my best friend George was calling. I answered the phone
Depression is hard on everyone, not just the person that is depressed. Thing is, everyone has to deal with an apathetic, emotionally absent version of me right now. Most of this is due to Christmas, but a big part of it is just plain old depression. Nothing seems interesting. I feel kinda stuck, because I
