I feel completely unmotivated. I was planning, today, to get a lot of my clothes sorted out and some of them packed to move today. But it didn't happen. We moved over my books and bookshelves and that's it. And that wouldn't have happened, but I knew that B was coming by.
I feel like nothing this week holds any excitement for me. I don't want to go to work. I don't want to pack. I may not be actively sad, but this too is depression - this feeling of nothing.
And the side-effects of the medications are probably not helping at all. I'm back to having difficulty sleeping. I feel anxious when I wake in the middle of the night. And I've been nauseated in the afternoons, after lunch. I wouldn't eat lunch, except that I get hungry and need to eat something.
I don't even feel terribly motivated about blogging. That's not good.
I did tell my doctor I would keep trying with this medication until Wednesday. Unless something dramatic changes, they'll be getting my call 9 a.m. Wednesay.