My workout partner needed to go to the gym a bit later than usual. I have become used to having a routine. I might say that I don't like routine, but there is great merit in knowing what is on the schedule. I didn't have anything planned for the morning except going to the gym, so I took the delay as an excuse to begin a mini-project. Only I didn't really go about it in a rational manner. Because instead of limiting the project to a manageable area (like one shelf) or a specific amount of donated material (one bag to go to Goodwill), I decided that I would continue with the "operation kitchen declutter" project until my friend was ready to go. Of course, I didn't know when she would be done. And when she called I looked at the disaster that I had created and realized that I had a lot of work to do just to get the room functional by the time the rest of the family arrived. And the mini project blossomed into a GIANT PROJECT that left me completely exhausted. But at least I don't have any ancient dry goods in my cupboards any more. And I filled a bag with donations from the back of the cupboards. Things I didn't even know we still had. In the afternoon I napped with the daughter. Was 15 minutes late to pick up children from bus stop. Thankfully it was not raining. And there is a rec center building right there if it is raining. And another parent waited with them until I got there. But I didn't know this. Because my phone was on vibrate and I didn't get her call. And I was a nervous wreck. Anxiety ridden. Worst Parent In The World. I left home in time to get to the bus stop (central stop for many different neighborhoods)
I was not energized by the nap with the daughter. I was wrung out. I let the neighbor children come in to play, waited for Spouse to come home and then collapsed. Before dinner I grabbed a 30 minute nap. After dinner I went to bed for the evening. At 10:38 when Spouse came to bed I woke up and realized I needed to take my evening medication. This is when I discovered that I had not taken my morning medication. Including my bupropion. Which is gone from the body within 24 hours. And which acts on Dopamine-- the neurotransmitter chiefly responsible for preventing me from feeling sluggish, groggy and forgetty. Ugh. Once again, don't know if I can entirely blame the drugs, but when the body is used to getting 450mg of bupropion every morning and then one morning it gets none... that seems likely to have some effect. Just like a regular morning cup of coffee does. I got more than 12 hours of sleep last night. And today I feel groggy, irritable, sluggish and forgetty. I took my meds. I will go to tap. I will eat well and go to sleep at a Reasonable Hour. |
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |