The Drug Report

Other than the Dress Side Effect, all goes swimmingly.

I know. Can you believe I actually said "swimmingly"? But I mean it. All kinds of minor miracles have been taking place in the past few days. If it's the placebo effect, please to keep giving me some of the sweet, sweet placebo.

Examples of said miracles:

• In the early hours, I find myself singing. There's almost always a sound track rattling through my mind. Yesterday's choice was "I Could Have Danced All Night". A sure sign of depression for me is a lack of interest in music. Right now, I am starved for music. Pandora Radio can't feed me enough.
• I applied for two jobs yesterday. Including a cover letter and a brief review of my resume.
• From the library, I checked out two books on job hunting and I actually read a chapter in each. In the past, they would have languished on the bookshelf nearest the TV until the library sent me threatening emails.
• I finally manned up and extended my job search to include New York City. Hey! I just found out there are a lot of jobs there! Who knew?
  
• I looked up words in the dictionary. This may not seem significant to you, but it is to me.
• Last evening when I went to the library, I was there for two hours and spent them (with the exception of my brief blogging) engrossed in looking for jobs.
• I left a message with Ari the Therapist, asking for an appointment.
• When I started watching a PBS series on Netflix, I was not compelled to watch all six episodes at once.
• This morning before I left for Mass, I put together my gym bag so I can go to the acqua-cise class at 10.

I know! I can't believe it, either. And this is only a week on the new medication regimen. I suppose it helps a lot to have the right diagnosis, scary as it sounds, and the right doctor to prescribe the right drugs.