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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Holy Crow, it works!

A few weeks ago, in spite of a good life and sunny days, I started feeling blue.  The grey film was sliding over everything, and I was having thoughts about hurting myself.  Not that I was saying, "Life is so miserable that I just can't stand it anymore." Just random flashes.  Like driving down the road and visualizing turning the car into the side of the 18 wheeler beside me.  Or, while slicing a mango, thinking, "This knife is really too short to actually kill myself with."  I'm not crazy, but sometimes my body  decides to soak up too much seratonin, whch we all need to stay cheerful and balanced. 

don't worry.  I was not suicidal or anything like it.  But Winston Churchhill's black dog was on my trail.

So I made an appointment to talk to my doctor about upping my Prozac dosage.  And in the meantime, somehow, I started using the treadmill again.  I am getting in half an hour a day.  And doggone, if that grey film didn't lift, and the grim thoughts stopped, and I even went back to having happy dreams.  Exercise really does help!  I saw the doc yesterday, and we agreed to keep an eye on the situation, but not fool with the dosages yet.  And keep on walking!!

One thing that helps, and I can not begin to express how very much this simple little thing helps, is that DH applauds when I have finished a workout.  I just radiate smiles right now thinking about it.  Approval is SO important to me!

Oh, and the weight is beginning to burn off, too.  After I broke my wrist, I sort of  went into a funk for three months.  I was crippled, and wanted to do nothing but eat and feel sorry for myself and be cautious about further injury.

And my dreams started letting me know that all was not well.  I dreamt repeatedly about being lost and late for something. 

Oh, that's right.  Other people may not react to that situation with the same gut-twisting dread that I feel.  This is a dream that brings me bolt upright, sweating in fear.  When that happened, I called the doctor.  But it takes weeks to get in to see your medic if it's not an emergency.  And bad dreams do not really constitue an emergency. 

Luckily, I managed to get off my fattening butt and start walking.  We watch Jeporady, then I put on walking shoes and hit the treadmill.  If I had to go to the trouble of workout clothes, it wouldn't happen.  I just sweat into what I was wearing all day, throw it in the washer when I'm done, and take a lovely hot bath.  I sleep like a hibernating bear, and the day is brighter when I wake up.

And last night I dreamt I was going back to college with a bunch of the women from my writing group, and we moved into a BIG apartment together, with lots of empty cupboards for us to start putting wonderful things into.  Oh, the glorious possibilities.  WHAT a happy dream!

On the other hand, DH just got his work schedule for the next three months.  He has to work at least one day, if not both days of three out of four weekends till the end of the year.  They just don't have enough machinists to keep the machines going, so they have instituted mandatory overtime.  This sucks rocks!  If you know any machinists, or even someone who would like to be a machinist, Precision Cast Parts in Portland Oregon is hiring.  They will even teach you how to run the machines, and send you to school to improve your skills.  You DO have to pass a drug test, and not be a recent felon.  But they pay really well, and as long as America is fighting wars, Precision will have work to do. (They build airplane and tank parts, as well as all sorts of other cool things like artificial finger joints, and land-based power turbines and titanium golf clubs and stuff.)  And you get to live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.  If you know any young people who want a good, solid livlihood, send 'em this way!

10 Comments:

  • At 7:54 AM , Blogger Tim Young said...

    Roxie, so glad you found a way to turn the bad dreams into good dreams. You might convince your DH that using sick days for mental health is a good idea. I had a lot of mental health days just before I retired.
    I wish I could dream. I lost mine years ago. They just disappeared.

     
  • At 8:54 AM , Blogger LA said...

    I'm so glad you have beaten down your blue funk...sometimes they can be really mean! Walking....just walking!!! Wonder what would happen if you started dancing????

     
  • At 9:05 AM , Blogger Therese said...

    I like that dream of empty cupboards and lots of fun writer at the party. I don't know any potential machinists but will keep it in mind so you can have more fun weekends with your DH.

     
  • At 9:48 AM , Blogger Wannietta said...

    I'm a believer in better living through pharmaceuticals. I also believe in sucking it up & pulling oneself up by your own bootstraps but it's not always effective as a singular strategy. I've been struggling lately ... it's getting better but I'm still trying to get my mojo back.

     
  • At 10:32 AM , Anonymous Benita said...

    Can I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and not work there?

    Congrats to getting back to working out. I can tell the days I don't work out - about as bad as the days I skip caffeine in the morning.

    BTW, my security word is "reducto" Hmmm.... I'm trying!

     
  • At 3:31 PM , Blogger Willow said...

    Oh Roxie! I'm so glad you figured it out and didn't use that paring knife for anything other than a mango.

    When I dream about runnning around pushing my parents in wheelchairs on and off busses and ships and trains to keep them safe, I know I'm stressed about something somewhere in my life I am in charge of. I call them 'my responsibility dreams'.

    Do I know anyone who wants a job? Maybe...

     
  • At 4:28 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    OH baby-- you are the queen of making your own reality and your own destiny. When the world gets gray you will invent a flying carpet to find sunshine. I love that about you, and I'm so glad you got your mojo back.

     
  • At 11:11 PM , Blogger Galad said...

    Glad to hear that the exercise helped your funk. Thankfully you are aware of the signals that it is time to seek help and then do it.

     
  • At 5:15 AM , Blogger KnitTech said...

    I did a couple of sit ups last night and surprize, my back doesn't hurt as much today.

    I hate that searching/lost dream. Mine's always in a school where I can't find my locker.

     
  • At 2:51 AM , OpenID Barb said...

    Dang. mOST OF MY DREAMS ARE ABOUT BEING LOST, LATE FOR CLASS, CAN'T FIND MY CAR IN THE PARKING LOT....AND WHERE THE HELL IS THE
    cAP RELEASEBUTTON????

    Now, I'm starting to worry about myself.

     

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