There are issues lurking in every corning and they all want to be dealt with, but I feel like I can't handle any of them. I just want to hide and sleep until Friday.
Some of the issue highlights:
Chiefly Topamax (and others as well) turning me into a total dimwit with the attiention span of a fruitfly and a memory like a sieve. Damnit, I try, but sometimes, I can't parse sentences or remember what I read 10 minutes ago. Since being smart is pretty much my only quality, this sucks. It's no excuse, but well, I have never been accused of being nice, I have become even more of a nasty cynic.
Light flashes and glowing buildings. No comment.
Medache. All down the left side. Limping to the store was fun today. And there I thought the joint aches started at 50.
8 weeks of daily sobfest in the evenings. So.A.Wimp.