Wednesday, April 30, 2014
I've Become the Most Boring Person on the Planet
I'm in a dry spell. No, actually it's a super drought.
My brain is empty. My personality has evaporated.
Can I go to back to bed now?
I don't want to do it -- whatever it may be.
My energy is non-existent. Doing anything other than curling up in bed has become a chore.
I go to water aerobics three times a week and think I'm going to die in the pool -- but I go so Hubby will not have an excuse to stay away. The water, usually my favorite environment, is just cold and wet -- not soothing and comforting.
I'm unable to concentrate for more than a couple of minutes at a time so I son't read, except People magazine and Entertainment Weekly -- you know, the gossip stuff. Real literature is just too much effort.
Is the TV on? Okay, I'll watch it -- even the infomercials. QVC actually has some interesting stuff for sale.
Napping with the dogs? Perfect day.
Go get a hair cut? Not worth the trouble.
Leave the house to meet friends -- haven't had a hair cut.
Motivation? Lapsed. Not just unmotivated; I'm demotivated.
Depressed? No, not really. Just blah. Blah, blah, blah.
Maybe the precise description is discouraged? Well, no, not really. Just more blah.
Writing on the blog? Miss doing it but can't seem to turn on the computer. Even email has become an effort. What if someone wants to actually get a response from me? Better to say I've just not been reading email at the moment. And if they want to meet in person -- back to the hair cut thing.
Nothing wrong; just blah.
Doctor has prescribed "integrative therapy" at a center for integrative therapy. Actually this is a fancy term for what is called “complementary and alternative therapy.” He thinks acupuncture, acupressure, massage, naturopathic medicine, and other "creative" therapies may help. Whatever. It's all just blah, blah, blah. First appointment is May 5th. Maybe I'll get a haircut by then and actually leave the house. Maybe because I've announced here that I actually HAVE an appointment I'll keep it.
Maybe. The Google Fiber network might be running a Bob Newhart retrospective that day -- I wouldn't want to miss it.