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ysobelMy brain is freaking *weird*.
Okay, yes, this is not a surprise. But there is no other way to explain the fact that right now -- sleep deprived from "too ow to sleep", in pain (though it's down to, like, 2, on a 1-10 scale; it was 7 last night, then 4 once I found some of my pain meds), drugged to the gills, tired, &c. -- I am about a million times more cheerful and even *productive* than normal.
I mean. I'm not (for the most part) beating myself up about getting hurt again, even though sigma could easily find ways to blame me (I didn't deliberately do anything, but arguably I was careless). I'm finally getting around to doing some of the shit I should have done a long time ago. My computer is having major issues and sluggishness, and it's not even really frustrating me. And when my eyeglasses decided that it would be epic fun to break (one lens popped out, and the screw that holds the frame together is mysteriously not there), instead of flailing or being miserable, I just dug out the phone book, called my eye doctor person (with sufficient apologies for disturbing her at home, but she lives like two blocks away from me and has done home calls before) and she volunteered to come over and dig up my old glasses and help me put them on and take the new glasses and fix them on Monday and bring them back to me.
...
... yeah, I don't even know. *regards self with wry amusement*
(pain meds: a new treatment for depression! okay, so you won't have a brain or be able to stay awake, but who needs that anyway?
Okay, yes, this is not a surprise. But there is no other way to explain the fact that right now -- sleep deprived from "too ow to sleep", in pain (though it's down to, like, 2, on a 1-10 scale; it was 7 last night, then 4 once I found some of my pain meds), drugged to the gills, tired, &c. -- I am about a million times more cheerful and even *productive* than normal.
I mean. I'm not (for the most part) beating myself up about getting hurt again, even though sigma could easily find ways to blame me (I didn't deliberately do anything, but arguably I was careless). I'm finally getting around to doing some of the shit I should have done a long time ago. My computer is having major issues and sluggishness, and it's not even really frustrating me. And when my eyeglasses decided that it would be epic fun to break (one lens popped out, and the screw that holds the frame together is mysteriously not there), instead of flailing or being miserable, I just dug out the phone book, called my eye doctor person (with sufficient apologies for disturbing her at home, but she lives like two blocks away from me and has done home calls before) and she volunteered to come over and dig up my old glasses and help me put them on and take the new glasses and fix them on Monday and bring them back to me.
...
... yeah, I don't even know. *regards self with wry amusement*
(pain meds: a new treatment for depression! okay, so you won't have a brain or be able to stay awake, but who needs that anyway?
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Date: 2009-12-13 11:00 am (UTC)pain meds: a new treatment for depression!
Are the pain meds opioids or related compounds, by any chance? Because there's a small amount of research suggesting that yeah, they may hit the spot for some subtypes of depression.
Example: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/7714228
(Excuse me. I have been neurogeeking on antidepressant research lately owing to my own fucked-up brain issues.)
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Date: 2009-12-13 06:25 pm (UTC)And yes, it's an opiod. I ... wow. So it isn't just me imagining things. *grin* But this isn't the first time I've noticed the effect, and ... really, I just wish I could get the antidepressant effect without the bit where it wipes me out completely.
It's really *fascinating*, though. I mean, I've even been able to make phone calls without triggering the usual anxiety issues. And I just ... *flail* I don't know. It's awesome.