This afternoon I found myself unable to concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. I tried to make sense of all of the things I need to do to get the network humming, and I went into a sort of infinite recursion. I wandered the office for about ten minutes, thinking about how I could get my brain sorted out, whether it was the constant whine of the open server behind me, or too many carbs for lunch (tomato soup in a bread bowl 90 minutes earlier), or whether I was just losing my mind. It was pretty scary.
I ended up finally articulating what I was thinking: I need to get out of here for a while. I went home at 3:30 (ironically when Jodi wanted me to leave anyway; I’d told her I didn’t think I could). I had no problem driving, though that didn’t require much thought, only presence.
When I got home, I cleaned out the catboxes thoroughly (they were beginning to really stink), filled them up, took out the very smelly trash, and now I’m working on laundry. I’m thinking that maybe some physical activity will help. I’m also thinking that I’ve been really thirsty for a while and I haven’t done anything about it. But now that I can sustain that thought long enough to do something about it… okay, now I’ve got a water bottle.
Gotta wonder if this is a diabetes thing or what. I’ve got a sinus headache, too. (It’s naht a tumah.) Or maybe I suffer from the dread disease hypochondria. I don’t know. But I’m going to see if I can get this hyper-ADD turned off. And, yes, I did take the normal amount of Strattera today, and got a normal amount of sleep.