Well, that was kind of upsetting. (I wonder if anything will be actually upsetting ever again, or if I'm doomed to a life of only 'kinda upset' and 'kinda happy'? In any case.)

Yesterday the Boy & I went out to visit his dad & his dad's wife in Hamilton. On the way we picked up our summer photos and filled my anti-depressive prescription. After devouring an Apache burger (it's so nice to have an appetite again!), I took my first pill. Twenty minutes later I was sleeping in the passenger seat.

The visit was a blur of excellent food, photos of Chicago (from their trip and ours) and sneezing (their cat set off my allergies). And when I say blur, I don't mean a happy merry-go-round of excitement - I mean that I was curled up on the sofa whenever I could manage it. I ate way too much and the Boy took me home shortly after the meal, as I was about to pass out in the livingroom.

I came home, wrote about 2/3 of yesterday's entry, and went to bed at 9:30. I woke up at 7:30, feeling refreshed. But 30 minutes after I took the first pill of the day, I was in bed again. The Boy left for church at ten. It's now eleven, and I've just woken up again.

I really hope that this is an adjustment period and not typical of my reaction to the drug. As it is, I'll have to start taking it when I'm at school, rather than right before the morning drive. And I have no idea how I'm supposed to teach like this. I'm yawning like crazy already.