As I mentioned briefly in my last post, I'm currently recovering from tapering myself off of all of my anxiety and depression medications. I still have "Break The Glass" drugs if I start to feel a bit too crazy but as of now I've not taken any of them.
I'm feeling OK as far as these things go but I've been having trouble writing and posting while my brain exists in this sort of in-between fuzzy, jelly-like state. I should be more clear in my rambling and postulating shortly, but until then, here is a list of five things that have happened in my drug-less world in the last couple of weeks. (Mostly in the middle of the night when I have less control than usual over my wayward brain.)
Totally laugh at me all you want.
1. My doctor recommended yoga (for the hundredth time) as a good way to deal with mental issues without using drugs so on Monday Ryan and I attended a Beginners' Vinyasa Flow Yoga class at our gym. The class is pretty large so the instructor roams about the room making small adjustments and complimenting everyone's yoga prowess. She told Ryan twice that one of his Warrior Poses was "quite strong" while she'd say things to me like, "Just keep coming back to class, you'll get it!" or "Feel free to go into Child's Pose if this one is too advanced for you." Finally we were doing what I thought a quite difficult rearranging of the limbs and she was all, "Excellent job!" from across the room and so I gave Ryan a snooty look and was like "HA! Ryan, this is way harder than dumb Warrior Pose, it's probably called something like Burning Fire Dragon Pose or Bravest Lady In The World Pose." Then the instructor came over and was like, "Wonderful! You're great at Pigeon Pose for a beginner!"
3. Since the yoga had actually helped me get to sleep on Monday, on Tuesday afternoon I ventured back to the gym and took a Kick-Boxing class. I usually avoid Kick-Boxing because I have abysmal balance and fall down at least once or twice a class but I convinced myself and Ryan that that was a thing of the past as I had "just done a shit-ton of yoga." I fell down twice within the first 30 minutes. I was starting to get a bit disheartened so I started to sing quiet little ditties to empower myself to get through the rest of class. I was all, "Yoga, (kick!) What is it good for (kick!), Absolutely nothing (punch! kick! fall!) Finally the class was over and the instructor was standing by the door bidding everyone farewell. When I left he was all, "Keep at it little grasshopper." And I was all, well shit, in just one day I've gone from a pigeon to something a pigeon eats and Ryan still gets to call himself Warrior. And then I comforted myself with the fact that at least I married up and he was the idiot Warrior who had married himself a hairy-legged insect.
MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT STUFF
1. This morning I woke up in the closet. With both of my dogs and the comforter from my bed. I vaguely remember dragging it in there in the middle of the night and locking the closet door from the inside. Ryan says when he woke up to me doing this and asked what I was doing I said, "Rattle Broom." And then he says when he was like, "What?" I said "RA-TUL BROOM," all slowly and deliberately and looked at him like he was missing a brain cell or two.
2. Two nights ago I had a dream that there was a rooster attacking a duck in my backyard. For some reason I knew the rooster was evil and so I kept trying to separate it from the duck with my foot and kept getting pecked sharply. All the while there was a wise old man with a very long white beard sitting on the side of my house, smoking a pipe and trying to help me by proffering cliches. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, my dear." And "There is more than one way to skin a cat, young
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