Friday evening after work, as I was driving home, I felt myself starting to get anxious. I had no plans for the weekend and that usually ends in disaster. I hadn't slept well the night before, so I decided to skip the gym, which made it easier to make unhealthy choices regarding what I ate for dinner. Still, I reigned things in, ate a modest dinner, and went to bed early.
I woke up on Saturday feeling better, but I was still tired, despite getting plenty of sleep. I got up and ate breakfast, but I never felt like I really woke up. After fighting the fatigue for a couple of hours, I took a nap. I struggled to wake up when my alarm went off, but I eventually pulled myself out of bed. I ate some fruit to raise my blood sugar and get me moving, which helped, but I still felt weird. I wanted to make it to the gym or even just do my grocery shopping for the week, but I wasn't able to leave my apartment even once that day.
After the last day-and-a-half, I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to church on Sunday, so I fasted that I would attend my meetings the next day. Thankfully, that helped and I made it to church in time for Sacrament meeting. I was still feeling anxious and I wasn't able to participate in any of the lessons, but I was there, which is better than I managed last week.
I've been praying a lot about the upcoming change to my medication and I feel that it's a good move. I don't know if the next drug will be what I stick with for the long haul, but it will at least mark the beginning of my investigation. I know that if it's a struggle for me to just function on a day that I don't have work, there's something majorly wrong. Still, at least I left the house and made it to church; that alone make this weekend a win.
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