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Date: 09 July 2009 07:25:14
Apparently I am coping too well for anti-depressants. Humph. Mind you, I was betrayed by the questionaire I had to fill in. "On how many days out of the last fortnight have you felt.... " Well, actually, for the majority of the last fortnight I've felt pretty hunky-dory, thank you very much. Now if that questionaire had said "on how many days out of the last nine months...." or "on how many days out of the last four...", the answers might have been entirely different. But still, in many ways I'd rather NOT be on antidepressants - I just wish I could have a break from all this coping without them.
Still, the Smudgelet goes off camping yet again (in the rain, probably) tomorrow night and I have a whole weekend to myself. Yippee! The main plan is to tackle the bedroom and rediscover my bed. I rather like sleeping on the sofa but it's not really a long term arrangement, especially not with four, yes four, cages full of hamsters playing by my right ear. (I finally think I've done it, though a magnifying glass would have helped immensely in feeling confident that I've separated all the males from the females), but I'm also planning a trip to Portsmouth to have lunch with Honorary Auntie M whom I haven't seen for ages and ages and ages.
And before then, I have work this afternoon (at least concluding that I was not badly depressed enough for antidepressants means that the doctor did not suggest me having time off work - thank goodness. It makes a nice change for work to be my sanctuary rather than a source of my stress), a million phone calls to make this morning, a miserable pre-teen to deal with, or rather not to deal with because I won't be seeing him until later, and a kitchen to clean. Hmmm... and a high score to improve on Bejewelled and someone to beat at scrabble....