Yep, this could be my self portrait a week ago. I'm over the worst and returning
to a semblance of normal.
As they say, normal is just a setting on a dryer, and thus overrated.
Over on Pinterest, I have a board to stash the things I really feel. The image below
sums up the last few weeks. Or months - it's all a big blur, really.
find more like this here
In true grrl+dog style, I have a story to tell. With pictures, because I've been journalling.
A frozen shoulder stopped me hurling a molotov into the studio as I wanted, and I had to mope on the couch till the weird test results came back and then the ten thousand vitamins to correct it kicked in.
No kidding I rattle.
The creative juices are beginning to drip slowly. I still think everything I do is crap, but now I don't care.
Antidepressant -free life is looking rosier thanks to my doctor - you know, the beautiful Asian woman of inscrutable age who said to watch out for a honeymoon period when coming off antidepressants?
Turns out she was right.
Turns out she is no ordinary doctor. Not the "here have a script now
go away" kind. She believes in the power of nutrition.
Grumbling to the eyebrow tint lady, I was saying how the new (no fun and definitely no pizza) diet was OK, but not helping the frozen shoulder and not helping weight loss either.
Without even looking up she said, "Well that's not it, then. It's not the answer."
And it wasn't.
I had to go pee into a cup in the dark and have it flown to Brisbane to find out what was going on. Some lab person was going to stick a stick in my pee to see if it turned mauve. Not pink or blue, but mauve. I could have flown up to Brissie and delivered it myself for the cost of this test, because Medicare does not cover mauve pee tests.
Because there is no drug that cures the mauve pee test, only vitamins, and because Medicare hates that.
What is the mauve pee test? I'll that for next time.
And the story.