My day really sucked.
For various reasons, through no fault of my own, I’ve been on half doses of my meds for four days. Half is not enough.
Because of my seasonal problems, my doc upped my dose, which means that it’s hell trying to find a pharmacy to fill my scrip. I had to go all over town to find a place that had 60 mgs of Vyvanse in stock. Since I didn’t realize it would be this complicated, I picked up a bulky Container Store order before I commenced my wanderings, so I did all of this with two very large bags, one in each hand.
Then my art student canceled at the last minute, but not before I was most of the way to his house. This wasn’t too much of a problem, since I had to go to the grocery store anyway, but going to Trader Joe’s when you’re Seasonally Affected and off your meds isn’t always a good thing. I came home with way more crap than I needed.
By evening my brain had just quit, and I decided to work on some art stuff in order to relax. Instead, I knocked over some powdered pigment — it got all over some collage images, all over some unfinished pieces, and all over my studio table and floor … and into my lungs. I will be coughing terre verte for a week.
Then … well, then I found out that a friend had to relinquish custody of his daughter to The State today.
His daughter, who is developmentally disabled, has had too many violent episodes for her or anyone else in his family to be safe with her in the home. His wife has been hospitalized several times for stress-related illness. His job, and therefore his family’s entire livelyhood, is at risk because of the time he’s needed to take to deal with his daughter’s emergencies. His other children are at physical and emotional risk. Today, my friend had to make the gut-wrenching decision to petition the state to put his beloved daughter in a group home, for her own sake and for the sake of everyone else in the family.
My day has been one inconvenience after another, but inconvenience isn’t the same thing as tragedy; it isn’t the same thing as gut-wrenching moral dilemma.
Suddenly my day doesn’t look so bad.
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