Weekend

Yeah, it's Saturday!  So glad to have two days off.  I'm looking forward to seeing what I can get done outside today.  We're having those few, rare days when it feels great to be outside.  Sunshine, nice and warm, but not yet hot and humid. 

If I can get started with a small vegetable garden, I will be very happy.  I've been longing for a slice of home-grown tomato on a hamburger, the flavor of fresh green beans, and packs of okra in the freezer ready to go into gumbos and stews.  We'll see what I can get done.  Fingers crossed.

Well, I've now been on medication for two months.  So, what am I like on medication versus without meds?  I am definitely more animated.  My thinking is clearer.  I don't have to psych myself up to leave the house each day; no longer is taking out the trash a scary thing.  I have experienced other improvements, but I can attribute at least part of those improvements to other sources of help.  The things described here are a result of being on medication.

I have wondered from time to time, what part of me is me and what part of me is medication.  It's odd to think that my basic self and the way I interact with the world can be changed by taking a drug.  Of course, people self-medicate all the time with drugs and alcohol, which have a deleterious effect on the way they interact with the world.  So why not take meds that improve your life?  I've come to compare my condition with someone who has Type I Diabetes.  You wouldn't ask someone with that condition to try to get by with just managing their diet and exercising; she needs to take insulin.  Along the same lines, I can't expect me to be able to manage my depression with willpower and lifestyle.  I might be able to moderate it somewhat, but I can't control it.  As I told Queenie, my meds are my friends.

Well, it's almost 7 o'clock.  The sun's coming up, the birds are singing away, and it's time for me to get a move on. 

Go plant something today.