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Aug. 10th, 2007 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I'm slowly, slowly getting caught up, but these drugs are still knocking me for a loop. I actually didn't go to work at all yesterday (except for first thing in the morning between taking the pill and eating breakfast (to get a rough sketch of what size the horse should be), since it's supposed to be taken on an empty stomach. HA!). I felt like crap most of the day, and only started feeling better about halfway through dinner with R, a friend of Geoff's who's in Boston for this week. It was good to see him again, even if I couldn't think of anything to say.
So, today I have to start and finish the horse. Riiiiiiiiiiight. I'm pretty sure the doc will understand, but it still sucks that I can't get it done on schedule.
At least I'm feeling almost optimistic about getting it done to the doc's satisfaction, if not mine. But it's still a daily struggle to convince myself to start, repeating to myself over and over, "I can do this! I can do this!" It's so strange to have so little confidence in my artistic skills when that's usually the only thing I'm confident (okay, insecurely arrogant) about.
Anyway, I just wanted to leave a note saying I'm better, thank you for your well wishes and notes of support, and I know it's the drugs. Trust me, since I remembered that effect, I've felt much, much better. But I'm still telling my doctor that I'm never taking these drugs again. This is a hell of a lot worse reaction than usual, and I don't want to go through this again.
I'm slowly, slowly getting caught up, but these drugs are still knocking me for a loop. I actually didn't go to work at all yesterday (except for first thing in the morning between taking the pill and eating breakfast (to get a rough sketch of what size the horse should be), since it's supposed to be taken on an empty stomach. HA!). I felt like crap most of the day, and only started feeling better about halfway through dinner with R, a friend of Geoff's who's in Boston for this week. It was good to see him again, even if I couldn't think of anything to say.
So, today I have to start and finish the horse. Riiiiiiiiiiight. I'm pretty sure the doc will understand, but it still sucks that I can't get it done on schedule.
At least I'm feeling almost optimistic about getting it done to the doc's satisfaction, if not mine. But it's still a daily struggle to convince myself to start, repeating to myself over and over, "I can do this! I can do this!" It's so strange to have so little confidence in my artistic skills when that's usually the only thing I'm confident (okay, insecurely arrogant) about.
Anyway, I just wanted to leave a note saying I'm better, thank you for your well wishes and notes of support, and I know it's the drugs. Trust me, since I remembered that effect, I've felt much, much better. But I'm still telling my doctor that I'm never taking these drugs again. This is a hell of a lot worse reaction than usual, and I don't want to go through this again.
