recovery

 today was long. today was hard. today was me tired and wired and dysfunctional and pretty damned convinced that i should never take any form of psychiatric meds at any dose ever again.

that shit done fucked me up.

i took mr smear with to meet my mom and deal with nedbank. the poor clerk had her work cut out for her, by the time we left she was becoming frustrated with their credit division but a few hours later she called to inform me that she'd finally gotten somewhere, it looks like it was a mistake rather than fraud and it seems to be resolved.

it would have been nice if the person who resolved it, in mid-december, had reached out to communicate all this before generating this drama.

we then went to mr smear's new school to pick up his uniform (which is two sizes too big, but we'll try to sort that out tomorrow).

by the early afternoon i could barely see straight, so i lay down for half an hour and began feeling a bit better. the afternoon was relatively functional, i'm still feeling slow now but i was able to make progress on a ticket and end the workday on a positive note.

i feel like i should get to bed now and try to sleep. i have a million things to do and i don't think anything's quite that urgent.