Day 10 of the anti-depressants, you'd think I'd be giddy with happiness, seeing as I'm not even depressed, but I just feel my normal, slightly annoyed self. However, there hasn't been a hint of a 3 day long thumping headache, so they must be doing something right.
I even managed to venture out and do some more Christmas shopping. I'm at that tenuous stage where I may have bought everything I need, but I can't quite remember what's in all the bags hidden away from no.1 and no.2 sons. And I can't really be bothered to start raking through them all. Oops! Never mind, either way I'll just blame Santa for the lack of/glut of Christmas presents (works on no.2 son, but no way no.1 son believes)
I'm actually looking forward to Christmas now, we're having dinner at home this year instead of going to my Mum. And even though this means I'll have to slave over a hot stove instead of being waited on, it does mean I can have a few mulled wines or egg-noggs (vodka and wine more like) Usually, its a sober event (for me) then we drive home to a cold dark house before I get to have some festive spirit (the above mentioned vodka and the wine) Of course it could be a disaster (with me too merry to cook dinner, or even to care) but I'm ever hopeful.
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