Today marks one week of being back on my meds. Although I am doing better, I can't yet say that I feel happy, or that I have a sense of well-being. I guess the best way to describe what I'm feeling is a low-level sense of frustration / irritation, even anger. If I dwelt on these feelings, I would be have a very short fuse. My reactions to things would be way out of proportion.
It is also harder for me to focus. Like yesterday, when I lost track of my count two times on the same box. I was counting out 300 census forms per box. The forms were clipped together in groups of approximately 25. I set aside 7 groups at at time. From six groups, I counted out 5 forms 5 times. I took from the 7th as needed to make up 25 in each of the other 6. I did that process twice to make 300 forms. It couldn't have been much simpler. Get six groups to count. Use a 7th to supply extra forms as needed to make 25 in a group. Count each group in 5 sets of 5. Unfold each group and put in the box. Do the whole process again, and you have 300 forms. But I lost count twice on one box. I started unfolding the 7th set and adding it to the box. Unfortunately, this was on the second round, not the first, so I had more than 300 forms in the box. I took them out, started counting again, and I lost count again.
Well, time to go. Let's see how many hours I'll get at work today....
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