Mondays I usually go to the gym. I decided to take a holiday, Memorial Day, even though the gym was open.
My alarm goes off at 9:00 so I will remember to take my medicine. Wednesday, for some reason, I felt like going back to bed, so I did, after eating a croissant, so I wouldn’t lose weight. I have a standing date with my friend Dick for lunch Wednesday, so I got out of bed in time to make the bus to meet him. I told him I had been back to bed, and that I was feeling like it might be hard to get to the gym on Thursday, because of that dopiness. He usually sees me at the gym. Dick had noticed I wasn’t there Monday. He said it is all right to take a break, but important to get back to my exercise routine.
Dick also asked me if I was feeling depressed. I thought I might be and remembered it is a side effect of the tetrabenazine I am taking. I thought I could ask to increase my antidepressant. I mentioned the issue to Carol. She didn’t feel I was depressed.
On further thought I realized I had skipped my morning dose of creatine Wednesday, because it has a stimulant effect. I wanted to sleep in. I also missed my meditation to make it to lunch. The combination was why I had felt off my game.
Sure enough, Thursday, when I did both of those things, I only felt my usual resistance to going to the gym. Dick waved to me, through the window, as I was on the stationary bicycle. Our friend John stood beside him and applauded me.
Last night, I had quite a bit of trouble getting to sleep. I take a bunch of sleeping medications. It felt like I had forgotten one. So, I am sleepy again. I canceled Interplay, this morning, and a concert I was supposed to go to with Carol, tonight. Oh well.
The present moment is dozey.