Discoherent update
Apr. 25th, 2005 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerI've had a bunch of things I've wanted to write here in the last few days, but they've all gotten stale before I felt coherent enough to compose something thoughtful about them.
I've got what may be a manifestation of a non-shakeable cold, or perhaps a sinus infection. My ears and face hurt a lot, and the world is all buzzy, but not in a good way. It seems to respond to Sudafed and Tylenol to a certain degree. Luckily Bard is more familiar with these symptoms than me and suggested that.
I went back to work for an hour on Thursday. I got chosen for a consumer test on coffee and artificial sweeteners -- it was in the sensory facility attached to what used to be Seagram, in a room in which I'd run many tests of my own when I used to work there. They paid me about my old hourly rate for the study. I used to go there at lunchtime and do studies sort of like that (difference studies, not preference studies, though), and they'd pay us in chicken marsala and yougurt-covered raisins, and in information on how well we'd done on the test. No one I knew was there anymore. I drank too much caffiene and left me and my nursling reeling all night.
Passover Seder at my mother's house last night. Traditional foods, very little ceremony, lots of cousins playing. The baby is strangely fond of gefilte fish.
I woke up this morning crying over things that haven't happened yet, but could. This is a classic hallmark of my depression coming back around. Nevertheless, it's not all irrational. These things do happen sometimes. They could. And all the promises in the world can't change that.
I've got what may be a manifestation of a non-shakeable cold, or perhaps a sinus infection. My ears and face hurt a lot, and the world is all buzzy, but not in a good way. It seems to respond to Sudafed and Tylenol to a certain degree. Luckily Bard is more familiar with these symptoms than me and suggested that.
I went back to work for an hour on Thursday. I got chosen for a consumer test on coffee and artificial sweeteners -- it was in the sensory facility attached to what used to be Seagram, in a room in which I'd run many tests of my own when I used to work there. They paid me about my old hourly rate for the study. I used to go there at lunchtime and do studies sort of like that (difference studies, not preference studies, though), and they'd pay us in chicken marsala and yougurt-covered raisins, and in information on how well we'd done on the test. No one I knew was there anymore. I drank too much caffiene and left me and my nursling reeling all night.
Passover Seder at my mother's house last night. Traditional foods, very little ceremony, lots of cousins playing. The baby is strangely fond of gefilte fish.
I woke up this morning crying over things that haven't happened yet, but could. This is a classic hallmark of my depression coming back around. Nevertheless, it's not all irrational. These things do happen sometimes. They could. And all the promises in the world can't change that.
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Date: 2005-04-25 04:42 pm (UTC)Heh, that's my usual LJ MO. Also, I love the phrase "sensory facility", but most importantly... I love _you_. Unequivocally. I hope you feel better soon, hon.