Where did Scry go?
The short answer is as follows:
He took a nap.
The long answer is a little more personal:
About two months ago I started taking medication to help me deal with anxiety issues that had been escalating for years. They were bad enough that they were interfering with my ability to take care of the business of being an adult.
On the good side, these pills seem to be helping a great deal. On the down side, I’m used to be scared/anxious/worked up by certain things, so I still deal with them via avoidance… as long as I don’t consciously consider what I am doing. Another down side is that I have great difficulty sitting down and staying awake. As long as I am physically active, I’m ready to play. But when I sit down to read or write, I start to pass out.
Now, finally, it seems that I am starting to acclimate to the meds. I am beginning to feel an itch to record my thoughts. I’m actually sitting here typing away instead of take a nap!
w00t!
(This took a few minutes to write and I’m starting to drift off now. So, I’m not quite right yet, but this is so very much better than it has been.)
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