So, about a week and a half ago, I ran out of the psych meds. Usually it’s no problem to get a refill approved, but this time it had been a whole year since I had been to see the shrink man in person. Seriously, where does the time go? Anyway, by the time I found out it wasn’t approved, I had been off for almost three days and already endured the headache and nausea. After serious thought I decided to not get the refill. I’ll still go see the shrink man, but I want to wait a few weeks to see how things go.

Right now the worst part is that I tend to get dizzy periodically. Mainly at night. Otherwise it’s not bad. The anxiety itself is fine, although part of me is worried that I’m going to get depressed. Weird, eh? My best weapon for keeping on an even keel is physical activity.

Coincidentally, the non-refilled prescription happened a few days after I re-joined the Y. I’ve been there 9 times in the past 11 days. I’m in terrible shape, but that’s okay as long as I keep moving. I alternate between swimming, where I gamely try to keep up with the 70-year-olds in the next lanes, and using the elliptical trainer, which makes me sweat a lot.

In other news, I have shorter hair. I’m knitting Cassidy. I have a new bag and another bag to go inside it.