Yesterday, work was incredibly slow. Printing errors but most of our scheduled work into remake status. We had some handwork and a few yearbooks. My three-knife trimmer went kaputt, so I could only bind them, which meant they couldn’t be cased into the hardcover either.
This basically means my brain was freed from work to wander.
Yesterday was not the day for that. Everything I touched because the next opportunistic infection waiting to happen; every cough became pneumonia. By the end of the shift, my stomach was a mess and my arms were shaking.
It was an eight hour shift instead of ten, which was greatly welcomed with the open studio this coming weekend. I still have lots to do. I was brilliantly producing on the space last night, but the feelings of ick and the trembling arms and general sense of illness never left.
Then it was bedtime. I popped a little white pill; one I just happen to keep around for such a situation.
To all of you on this itty bitty filter, the best connections I have on LJ, the closest of friends… I have bad news. As of this moment, I have a new BFF. Her name is Lorazepam (Ativan). I _love_ her. Don’t hate me for this, I love you all. She just does things for me that I have never experienced before…
I feel like my real self this morning. All the problems are there still, needing my attention, but the bad-crazy edge is gone. I need to do a better job of remembering that those pills are around. I don’t use them often, but when I do, they are wonderful in their effect.
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