Anodyne

OK, so maybe I’m not dealing with stress well right now. My brain is still pretty fuzzy from the meds switch. This week is much, much better than last week, when I was intermittently nauseous and ravenous, couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than 30 seconds, had a hard time formulating words in my head, and was generally a mess (but a very, very quiet mess because I didn’t want anyone at work to know.) Still, I got some funny looks when I’d say “sorry” instead of “unfortunately,” for example, or when I’d get inappropriately enthusiastic about things that didn’t require so much enthusiasm. But while the fuzzy jitteriness persists, I already feel less numb than I used to and that’s a pleasant change.

One of the things I’ve found that’s effective in helping to keep the brain fuzzies under control is exercise. The earlier I work out in the day, the less fuzzy I am for the rest of the day, a situation made slightly complicated by the fact that I’m physically incapable of getting up early to work out. I’ve tried—for years—and the best I can do is 10am on the weekends. It’s too cold to run at lunch right now and the Boston Baptiste studio just closed (I was really sad about that), so I’ve had to summon a little ingenuity because I’m unwilling to fork over for a second gym membership to one of the pricy places in Copley. My solution? Stairs (surprise!) I brought some running shoes into work and climbed the emergency stairs in my building. Insane? Trying not to be. Too bad this got cancelled for the year.

Sidenote: Gimp, meang and Vance—you must see this. You’ll understand. Meang—congrats on being an aunt!!!!!!! We’ll miss you in a few weeks, but I have no doubt you’re going to kick ass on the DC bar. Do us proud!