When it comes to writing, I seem to do it in spurts of creativity. So it’s no surprise anymore when I realize how long it’s been since I’ve written a damn thing worth a damn.
I’m technically okay, all things considered. My new shrink added a higher dose of my Effexor and after six weeks, it seems to be helping somewhat. I’m not as reactive to stress, drama and general bullshit. I wouldn’t go as far to say that I’m numb. It’s more like I’m just not as emotionally volatile and my morbid fascination with my own demise has taken to one of the empty backburners of my mind.
Here’s a small list version of the latest news in my world.
- I decided to finally get my Ohio medical marijuana card. My appointment was virtual and the doctor was really nice. He even made a joke about my last name, haha O’Leary, must be Polish. Bwahaha, yeah, dude. The products themselves vary greatly and are not cheap. The way I figure, if by next year when I need to renew but decide that it’s not worth it, I can skip it and just go back to buying my marihuana from a friend of a friend. But the gummies and tincture comes on slowly and then I feel like a melted caramel. Me likey.
- I celebrated Thanksgiving with my daughter, my brother, sister-in-law, my nephew and niece. It was a pleasant day, just us this year since my aunt and her 90-something husband shouldn’t be around us because of Covid. My mama was missed, of course. We talked about her and told funny stories. My brother nailed her sweet potatoes. But damn, I miss her so much. The holidays are just extra shitty this year. But we managed alright, I reckon.
- I watch a lot of television these days. Mostly documentaries.
- Fibromyalgia loves the cold Ohio winters and it’s only just started.
That’s about it, really. Hibernation has begun.
You see? I have no fucking idea what to write about. Ah well.
I hope you guys are all doing as well as can be expected right now.