It's all good...

So, I'm alright. For now anyways. I might go to the doc if it ever happens again, but for now, I'm not going to worry about it. Here's what was going on...let the blogger-md's come out!!!

1) I was feeling depressed/useless/unwanted/un-needed for about 2 weeks. No big deal right? Just a frump.
2) I didn't want to go to work for at least a week.
3) I felt like I couldn't do anything right. Letting things slip at work that should never slip etc.
4) I was falling WAY behind at work due to a severe lack of motivation every single day...for 2 weeks straight...
5) My body felt like it just didn't want to work anymore for a couple of days
6) My appetite was no where near where it should have been...
7) It was taking me a lot longer to figure out simple things than it should have. For example, when I was filing yesterday, it took me twice as long as it should have because I couldn't remember the order of the alphabet.
8) I haven't been able to type for squat for the last couple of weeks. Yesterdays post took me almost 15 minutes to type.
9) I was forgetting the regular things like bringing something to work with me, or a discussion I was supposed to have until after the fact. Yeah, the whole lack-of-memory thing runs in the family so I didn't really think anything of it until......
10) I was sitting at home Wednesday night because I just didn't feel right. I started crocheting. I've been crocheting for at least 5 years, probably 6 so I've got the basics pretty down pat. I sat there crocheting for about 45 minutes straight, took a quick break to say something to Hoopah on yahoo messenger, and couldn't figure out the stitch I had been working on when I tried to start again. It freaked me right out. It took about 5 tries before I figured it out again.
11) Oh yeah...I was on the verge of tears at least 5 times a day for the last 2 weeks too...not to mention practically crying myself to sleep on Wednesday night.

Maybe I am doing too much. I don't think I am, but I think that night crocheting on the couch was my body's way of telling me to slow down. I honestly don't think I had a single thought running through my head the whole time. Until I couldn't remember the stitch. Then my brain started swimming...

I'm working full time, planning a wedding (which, hasn't really seemed too bad!), going to RCIA on Tuesday nights, I have volunteered to help stuff bulletins on Saturdays and teach children's Catechism at church on Mondays but I haven't done that yet, and there has been a lot going on within the family that I guess could be contributing, but I just don't see how...I'm doing my darndest to make sure I'm not "involved" if you know what I mean. I also still have a lot of stuff to go through at the house to get organized and put away or ready to sell...

I had a nice chat with my honey last night, and a pretty quiet night over-all after we went to Kohl's and grocery shopping. I think a few low key days is what I needed...what I still need.

Anyhoo...leave your diagnosis!

~Peanut


"For fast-acting relief, try slowing down."
-Lily Tomlin