Radio Silence

I've just been walking around in this sort of funk over the past few weeks. I think too much has happened in too short of a time frame, and I'm still kind of reeling from the impact.

- Passed a kidney stone fragment
- Hit with accompanying kidney infection
- Dog swallows needle
- Dog passes needle unharmed
- Shootout downtown narrowly missed by virtue of dog-needle episode
- Lockdown next day at work
- Friend may die immediately
- Friend may die Soon™ but not as Soon™ as expected
- Turned 36
- Husband turned 40

I've started taking 10mg of Lexapro a day... I don't know if it's helping, honestly, but I've been sleeping better, so fuck it. I also don't know if it's contributing to my malaise or if I'd be a train wreck right now without it. I know one thing, though - mental health is expensive. $50 a bottle, even with my insurance. No wonder there are so many crazy people wandering around - they can't afford the fucking meds.

I've been doing a lot of standing around staring mindlessly into blank space. It makes my co-workers nervous. I feel like I've been hit with narcolepsy, too - I am fantastic at taking unexpected, unplanned naps. The other night, I napped on the couch for two hours - and then went to bed and slept for another eight. The experts say you can't catch up on lost sleep, but I seem to be finding sleep all over the place. Hell, I fell asleep in the copy room today while escorting the Xerox tech to fix one of the machines. I was sitting there w/my pocket Tetris game, chatting w/the copy clerk, listening to the rhythmic thump of the working machine, and when the clerk left w/some paperwork, I dozed off (I'm probably one of the few people who can fall soundly asleep in an MRI machine - and chances are, I could probably fall asleep in a clothes dryer).

I tried to get plane tickets and make plans to see Ann this weekend. That didn't go so well. I will call her, though.