A type of medication my body reacts negatively to has caused a significant rise in my anxiety. Over the past couple of weeks, I have just been existing from day-to-day, waiting eagerly to take a blood test relating to this medication so that I can stop taking it. Whether or not this secession is against doctor’s orders or not, I do not care. This is no quality of life. A nurse at my surgery said these aren’t normal side effects, but my body does not seem to behave as a “normal” body should.
If it did, my life would be so much simpler.
So, as you may have noticed, I’ve been somewhat quiet with regards to blog posting. I have nothing to say because, well, my brain has been scrambled by this exhausting level of anxiety. To stay calm, I’ve also been sticking to cosy and familiar media, so there’s really nothing for me to report on. I even keep forgetting to play guitar, even though it’s a little cooler now.
Hopefully, the medication will be gone from my system in a few days, as I stopped taking them on Thursday. As of today, Sunday, I’m still suffering from deep heart palpitations and irrational terror, which are all agonising.
But, hey, what is life without crippling depression?!
I hope to regain a modicum of mental health soon enough and begin posting more regularly. I believe you are overdue a [story corner] chapter, so I shall endeavour to get one written for you.
The below image is of a painted wall they recently uncovered at Pompeii, which reminded me that art and beauty is still out there. It also reminded me that the ancient world was more colourful than our drab, bleached-white marble impression of it leads us to believe.
Isn’t old stuff great?!
My mood is too low for my usual chipper sendoff.
I hope this lamplit and teary-eyed post finds you well.
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