I have always wanted to have a Carly Simon title in a post.
OK, not really. But it’s apt. Because it’s the last day of January and I am thrilled. January has always been my worst month for night terrors. But I am proud to say I am still holding on to my record of only having ONE full-blown bad one since I started taking crazy meds over a year ago. That is pretty awesome since I used to have at least 3-4 a week in the darkest, dullest month of the year.
It’s still been a rough month, nonetheless. I have been battling S.A.D. something fierce. I haven’t mentioned it, because, frankly, it’s pissed me off and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. But it started pretty much right when we got back from Hawaii, so I called the PsychRN (the non-doc who is a bitch but good with meds). She was a bitch, but gave me more meds. Just a little more, just through March. Just till this time of year passes.
I hate feeling weak and dependent on little white pills.
But I guess it’s better than wanting to crawl into my bed until the daffodils start popping.
And guess what?
I saw my first billboard for the Rockies today.
A sure sign of Spring.