I need a fucking vacation

Finally made it to the psych doctor yesterday. After hearing my story, she put me back on a mood-stabilizer that I have taken in the past, with some success.

She also told me that I am "a wreck". Pretty sharp, that woman. On the ball. Usually, I enter her office with an upbeat attitude. Not this time. I am feeling far too stressed. As I told her, "I feel like I'm being pulled in five directions at once, and there isn't enough of me to go around." I am essentially on-call 24/7. Lisa wants me to quit working for Frank and apply for psych disability. I've thought about it. I'd rather not, but it could happen.

In February the doctor ordered a blood test. I didn't think too much of it because my numbers are always right down the middle. Oops! This time it looks like too much cholesterol and not enough B12 in my diet. Of course, at the time the test was taken, I was getting lots of exercise riding to Frank's and back (20+ miles per day) and not eating enough of the right things to compensate. What surprised me was the extremely low lymphocyte count. Not sure how that fits in.

In the afternoon, following my appointment, I took a nap on the couch. Some nap! I slept for six hours. Woke up at 8 PM and was in bed and sleeping by 9:30. All in all I got at least 16 hours of sleep.

Today I'm feeling quite a bit better, but I was so low that "quite a bit better" is still not great.

There are finally frog eggs floating in our pool! There was a noisy frog orgy last night (so Lisa tells me - I slept through it). When I went to skim thousands of skeeter larvae this morning, I saw lots of eggs, so I didn't do the usual fairly thorough job. I just took out the biggest clusters of larvae. I do not want to disturb the proto-frogs. Tadpoles are our best defense against mosquitoes at this point, as the pool pump needs work. It has sprung a leak at the impeller housing. I can probably fix that.