Absence makes the heart grow fonder

I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote anything. This could be for several reasons

1) I truly believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I’m desperately trying to make everyone like me more

2) with the increased dosage in my meds I’ve been so tired that I have napped every spare second I’ve had

Take your pick, which ever one makes me sound more exciting or interesting.

Nothing has changed recently, I’ve seen lots of friends and been kept very busy. Which has been lovely, but exhausting and we have recently started watching the crown. Excellent TV show, but has raised 2 very interesting points

1) We know nothing of UK history. I had no idea there was a great smog that killed thousands of people… and I can’t even name any of the previous prime ministers. Cue some research on our part.

2) Nick is now talking about what a great king he would be. He reckons he would thrive on the scheduling required. I’ve tried explaining that he yells at me when I try to keep him to a schedule but he has progressed now to imaginary conversations with the servants.

“Very funny sir, great joke”

“laugh”

“excuse me sir”

“if it’s funny, then laugh”

3) I am now questioning my marriage… to the worlds worst imaginary King… although I am pretty sure I would make a great queen, obviously provided I wasn’t the reigning monarch. Maybe there is something in this idea.

Well, this has been exhausting I’m off to nap and dream about being royalty.

Side effects may include

Like a lot of people I am medically enhanced for an easier life. Doesn’t that sound nice? I am more balanced, most of the time (sorry about the others….) because of the pills I take. However whilst, I am more balanced, I am still me. I was once described as “not glass half full, more like glass shattered and spilt all over the floor”.If there is a negative to a situation, I can and will find it. So whilst I am grateful to the pills for the ‘adjustment’, I cannot stand the side effects.

When I first started taking them it was the thirst. I was constantly thirsty. I was drinking 6-8 litres of water a day and still felt like I had taken a run in the desert. I could have drunk more but by then I had to pee, constantly. Getting any work done was impossible and you can forget sleeping. I would lie awake either trying to talk myself out of getting a drink or talk myself into going for a wee.

Today – I itch. Like I have fleas or eczema (which I had to google how to spell), not that I know how that feels, I’ve never had it. Wait, Not that I’ve had fleas, but you understand. Where was I? Oh yea, itching. Unlike the thirst, this one is embarrassing and awkward. You can’t sit at work all day and scratch. I alternate between scratching, using creams (I didn’t have hand cream, I used a leave in conditioner from my Birchbox). Change in temperature is good, alternating between holding a hot and cold drink against my hands and arms can just about get me through, but it is still obvious. I can try to ignore it and then I actually look like a crazy person, very tense, occasionally muttering to myself before the inevitable scratching beginnings again.

Now I know these are temporary. A few days and I’ll be right as rain. But well (here is that broken glass again), a few days later, I’ll be itchy, or thirsty, or tired or any number of other side effects all over again.

Sigh.