Hello, my peoples. Come on in and grab a cup with a drink of your choosing. How have you been? I’m just dandy.
Actually, that’s not quite true. I’ve been on antidepressants for two months and change. A month and a half ago, shrinkydink moved me up from 10mg to 20mg of escitalopram, which is the generic version of Lexapro.
As an aside, I have no idea how to pronounce escitalopram. I was pronouncing it ess-SEE-tah-low-pram. Shrinkydink called it ah-sit-ah-LOW-pram. Mainly, I just call it Lexapro, because I know how to pronounce that.
Anyway, I didn’t notice a difference between 10 and 20 mg. The difference between 0 and 10mg was dramatic; 10 and 20, not so much. A few weeks after I started taking antidepressants, I had a bit of a manic spell where everything was peachy and I wrote posts like this one. That has since abated and now I have a case of the whatevers again.
Currently, I am experiencing a system wide sensation of apathy. Not quite numb, but not quite interested in anything. I’m, once again, trying to find motivation to do much of anything. Even simple tasks are draining. I’ll have to talk to shrinkydink about that during my next appointment in two weeks.
Other than that, I rediscovered Instagram. Did you know I had an account? Neither did I! Well, I knew, but I forgot all about it. Last week, I posted a picture of my ridiculous dog.
I tagged the post #wfh (work from home), which I then, of course, clicked. In the #wfh tag, there are all sorts of people who posted pics of their neat and tidy work setups like this one.
All of this cord-free neatness prompted me to clean up my own desk, and sadly, this was the best that I could manage.
That’s not all that great and certainly not something I’d be proud to post on Instagram (even though I did). There are cords visible everywhere and my desk has no drawers, ergo, nowhere to put office supplies. Everything just hung out willy nilly. This must be fixed! Really, it was just another excuse not to work on a Friday afternoon. It’s work related, right?
I bought a monitor riser. Not that I need my monitors risen, but I figured it would give me more desk space, which it did. Now my desk looks like this:
Much better. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m pretty happy with the results (so far). I have a lot more room to tuck things away. Plus my cords aren’t as visible anymore. Yay me.
By the way, the gray edging on my desk is that baby bumper stuff you put on hard corners to keep your child from getting a traumatic brain injury. I use it as a wrist pad. I like my mouse and keyboard at the edge of my desk and I couldn’t find a wrist pad that would fit without flopping over the side, so I got creative. It works like a charm and it was much cheaper than a proper wrist pad. Aren’t I ever so clever? *pats self on back.
My desk is still entirely too gray for my liking though. The rest of my room is colorful, e.g., my huge Cal King orange bed pictured above. I also have pink, purple, cyan blue, yellow, and other primary-ish colors everywhere, but my desk is mostly gray and black. Boooo. The only comfortable desk chair I could find was gray (Why are desk chairs usually black or gray?), my laptop is space gray, my monitors are gray and black, and even my office supply bins are gray on the outside (hot pink on the inside though). Those are actually just repurposed drawer organizers. Eventually, I’d like to swap them with more colorful office supply bins and put them back in the drawers where they belong, but they’ll do for now.
Anyway, I do find it easier to work at my new streamlined workstation. Even though I didn’t think my monitors needed rising, it’s nice that they are. It only took me a day or so to get used to the new height.
And speaking of my dog, which I wasn’t really, she’s terrified to go outside again. She refused to go outside last night when it got dark. She just laid right down in the walkway and wouldn’t move. I just tried to take her for our noontime walk in broad daylight and she refused to go.
Behind my apartment, there was a single family home that they demolished in order to build crappy looking box apartments. Saturday around 8:30 pm, I was walking my dog and suddenly BOOM; they set off fireworks at the construction site about 100 feet from where we were. My poor dog panicked and pulled me back inside. I had to half-carry her upstairs and tweaked my back in the process.
Apparently, the idiot construction workers had finished their workday, and instead of going home to their own houses like reasonable people, they decided to get drunk and shoot off fireworks at a construction site during a persistent drought. It continued for several hours until my neighbor called the cops on them.
In any event, my dog hasn’t been the same since. She’s even worse than she was on the 4th of July. She was finally getting back to normal until these idiots decided to set off fireworks in mid-August while she was outside. Thanks, jackholes. Now I can’t even walk my dog in daylight hours. I hope you got arrested.
Anyway, that’s about it for me this week. How are you doing?
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