The latest Change of Shift, the nursing blog carnival, is up over at Life in the NHS.
And in other medical news, I'm horribly behind in every aspect of my life (except, of course, blogging, although even there I haven't responded to some recent comments), and yesterday I had a pretty disheartening conversation with my therapist, who's making noises about either upping my antidepressants or adding another med. At this point, I'm well past procrastination and into the realm of psychomotor retardation, that fun depression symptom where everything takes three times longer than it should because you feel as if each limb is weighted with several dozen pounds of lead. Also, thinking is harder than usual. Since I more or less think for a living, that's particularly annoying and inconvenient. This is rarely a good time of year -- it's grading-crunch time for academics -- but this year, it's much worse than usual.
The problem with depression, though, is that you can't see it on an X-ray or in a blood test. Rationally, I know that this is a realio-trulio chronic medical condition, and that -- as with any chronic medical condition -- I can expect flare-ups. But there's still part of me that suspects that the real problem is that I'm lazy and inefficient. If I were only more ________, I wouldn't be having these problems. Mental-health Mad Libs! Such fun! Fill in the blank with the adjective of your choice!
However, I don't want to up my meds dosage (I've already had a little tachycardia on the current dose, and I'm not eager for more of that), and I'm also loathe to add another drug. So I promised my therapist I'd try a bunch of other things, and see a psychiatrist for a meds evaluation if the other things don't work.
Number one on the list of other things is light therapy. Fall's usually my favorite season, but this year I've noticed myself hating the shorter days, which suggests SAD. So last night, Gary ordered a light box from Amazon. If anybody out there has experience with these gizmos, please let me know.
I was extremely grateful that my therapist didn't tell me to stop blogging. She said, "No, I think that's good for you. You enjoy it. It's a form of self-care." Gary agrees.
And now I really must go try to get some grading done. I was doing pretty well last night, but then the phone started ringing with calls from people I hadn't heard from in a while. Conversation with friends: self-care, or procrastination?