Up?

I think I’m feeling better. I’m not sure whether the pills have given me a kick up the arse, or whether the mere act of admitting I was in trouble and going to see the doctor has lifted me, but I’ve definitely turned a corner. When I wake up, I can just get out of bed without feeling ill, or like I haven’t slept. I can think about menial tasks without them seeming like a marathon through jelly, and I can look ahead to future events without thinking of nine different ways they’re going to go wrong and kill me.

I’m still getting thrashed at chess whenever I visit Ted, but you can’t have everything.

RC 6-11-09