I’m alive. Life is crazy.
I’m grieving. My best friend of 20+ years lost her two year battle with cancer. It breaks my heart that I couldn’t be there to attend her funeral. I know she would understand. She lives on in my memories and my teaching. She was a 12 year elementary school teacher and she taught me much of what I know, including my teacher voice. I smile a little bit when I have to be stern with my students because that’s M coming out.
Apparently the political situation here isn’t all that great. Wonderful. Just wonderful. I went downtown last weekend and when I came out of Lotte Department Store there was literally 100 cops in riot gear standing there. I had to walk through them. That was scary. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever really been scared over here.
Found myself a p-doc. He actually speaks good English and happens to be a psychologist as well. Not that I’m planning to do any sort of therapy with him. I’m not at a point where I want to tackle that, especially with an older man. He has me on Lexapro, Nortriptyline and Klonopin. It’s helping a lot. I’ve definitely seen an improvement in my mood. And strangely enough, when I had my thyroid checked, I turned out to be hyperthyroid. Definitely surprised the GP. Treating it has made a slight bit of difference in how I feel, but I think treating the depression is having a bigger impact.