Tuesday was a long day. I ended up taking the bus seven times--riding seven different busses with seven different drivers on six different routes (two of the routes were repeated). I went to the psychiatrist, which was a little weird. "Hi, Stranger, these are the thoughts that I don't normally tell my friends about." "Hmm. Sounds like your brain is broken. Here's a piece of paper that will let you get drugs." "Thank you. I hope they work." (This is, of course, not how it actually happened, but it boils down to basically that)
After that, I went to my work to get the prescription filled, then off to the bank.
Today I started getting hit by some of the side effects. Stuffy nose, nausea, increased appetite, and sleepiness--two of these aren't listed on the informational sheet I got with the prescription, only on Wikipedia. Those made work really fun. The psychiatrist said that the side effects would likely last about a week, then my body would get used to it. I hope so. And if this stuff works, it'll all be worth it. Better to feel sick for a week now than to spend at least two months out of the year hating myself.
Luckily, I've just got one more day until the weekend, which will be my first weekend off since my birthday. Then I can relax and sleep as much as I want or need to. Unfortunately, after that, I work the next eight days--an evening shift, then a morning shift, then another evening shift, followed by yet another morning shift, then four more evening shifts. I'm not sure how well that's going to go, but we'll see.
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