I woke up depressed, I didn't feel like I slept well last night. I took my shower and did my God Time later. Now and then I think of formally doing my God time later in the day but then I have a conflict with Ron.
I got dressed and we went to work. I wore my new fannypack, which didn't get in the way. The machines weren't too bad so I filled what I could and helped Ron.
Every couple of weeks, I buy myself (with my own money) a case of Zevia soda. It has no caffeine, no artificial sweeteners, and no sugar. It tastes very good, but it's not cheap.
I drink a couple of cans every day I'm at work. I like something cold and bubbly, but I don't need the caffeine. The sweetener thing is just a bonus.
We went to the bank after work. One of our favorites was back, so we went to her. She was really nice.
Ron spent some of his money on a cab to take us home. It came fast. When we got home I had a snack and took my medication. Then I took a nap.
I had a nightmare I was back living in my Dad's house. I've always known Dad would take a bullet for me, it dealt with other people. The old "I can't get out of here" nightmare. It also had a little of "packing for a trip" which amusingly meant I was bringing all my bedding wherever I was headed. I have a cotton bedspread, a fleece blanket, and a wool blanket. A little bulky, but in the dream I was determined to bring it all along. It's funny, because he sold that house over 20 years ago.
I also woke up with a headache, which meant I had to take some aspirin, which means probably more bleeding. So be it. The headache is gone.
I am pretty impressed with aspirin for headaches. My pharmacist told me it is better to use it than the other headache medications.
It's also a lot cheaper.
After I got up, I did my God Time. I was tired. I was depressed (even after my God Time). I didn't even want to get on the computer, so I went back to bed for an hour.
Then I watched reruns on TNT while I ate some chips. Now I'm going to bed.
We have tomorrow off. It should be more "fun". I hate the depression.
The medication took my manias and dialed down my depressions, but I still have the depression without even a mania now.
Not that I miss them much, they were exhausting.