My typing is becoming atrocious. I've never been what you'd call a speed typist, but I used to have reasonable accuracy. I now seem to be suffering from some weird form of keyboard dyslexia - I find that when I read back over some of what I've typed I'll have a few words that aren't actually words, where I've managed to hit the key next to the one I wanted for an entire word. I don't know if it's my eyes, my brain or my fingers, but it's annoying...
Life is much the same. Work. Sit about at home. Visit sister and nephews. Sleep... Well, not so much sleep recently. My sleep has been fairly broken for the last two weeks. I'm not sure why - I find that if I go to bed at about 8 in the morning, I'll wake up every two hours almost exactly. It's weird. But on the plus side, I've been getting plenty of naps at work, so it's not so bad :)
I'm really looking forward to Anzac weekend. I'm going up to Tauranga to visit my folks for a week, and my brother and his wife and little person should be there too. It should be great... And I've taken the rest of the week off when I get back home, so I get a proper break from work. I know it's not that long since Christmas and all, but I feel kinda... frazzled? Just knackered, bascially.
I'm still undecided as to whether Prozac is responsible for my improving mood, or if it's just a case of having it all out in the open making life feel...freer? I don't think that's a real word... But anyway, I'm feeling really pretty good most of the time now. It's great... But I think the drugs kind of balance me out. I used to have crazy manic periods, too, which i haven't mentioned to my doctor... Where I'd feel ridiculously "up," and need to be as busy as possible. Without an adequate focus, this feeling tended to eventually lead to frustration. So having that dampened too is good. It was one of the things that I was worried about when I considered antidepressants - someone told me that they basically even you out, so that things in general don't affect you as much, and I thought that I didn't want to lose my highs, even if it meant I had to live with the lows. I'm very glad that I got past that - I can see now that those ups weren't particularly healthy either. I know that I'm essentially diagnosing myself as manic depressive, but this is basically how I feel... Or felt, anyways...
But for the moment, life is good, I have things to look forward to, a reasonable degree of clarity of thought, and a fairly positive outlook. It's... nice :)
