How sweat it is!?
The lowering of the meds really helped my state of mind. I ran errands here and there, no overwhelming feelings. Just the sweats. And lots of it. If it’s not symptoms of anxiety, it’s from just moving around. It’s been rainy here for a good while now. The ceiling (sky) is low. There is a hint of humidity, but a hint to me is like a sauna, almost.
I had a telephone evaluation last week. The nurse that called basically wrote my history. What happened, when, what are my expectations from the cognitive therapy. We talked for about forty five minutes. She really listened and asked a lot of questions. Her questions were really related to what I was telling her. She was good. Not just reading from a questionnaire. Now all I have to do is wait for a call to go see a second psychiatrist. At least I’ll get a second opinion out of it.
So my mind is clearer. I’m in a better mood. But I really realise now that I’m never in the mood to do anything. No ambition, no interest. Every time I start something, I lose interest very quickly. My attention span is very short. I tried reading again, I just can’t stay focus long enough to get into the story. I guess it’s better to star something than to just think about it.
Hopefully the shrink will figure something out. Or together we’ll be able to get me out of this funk. In the end, I think things are looking better.
Have fun!?
J
Would I !? 