Blame Wimbledon
Or blame the experiment still afoot with my meds. I some how got it in my head that I was smarter than the medication and could beat the feeling like a zombie by simply cutting back on my clonazepam figuring the seroquel was strong enough to keep any side affects at bay. Nope wrong. SO WRONG. First maybe two days of that experiment had good results and then BAM I was screwed I can’t even describe what it was like but it didn’t feel like my body at all and I was wide awake. I went out for a run on the day I felt the worst having to concentrate pretty hard to not fall off the sea wall, I already have naturally bad balance and drift right constantly while walking. It went well I ran past a woman chugging a mickey of vodka and was thankful it wasn’t me. I had to turn back to look at her though even at the risk of falling it was before noon and she was going to finish it in what looked like one gulp. I was going to tough out the clonazepam withdrawal but gave in and took it because I needed to sleep, exercise wasn’t helping, breathing exercises weren’t working and lowering it wasn’t even in the program and was just complicating things. I am still looking for the right dosage so that I can stay up all day, yesterday I did not take a nap and today I have to power walk over to therapy so I will be kept from napping by that. I am not really feeling that bad aside from being stupid tired. I think I need another week to see how the seroquel is going to work, had I not gone into ‘MUST CONTROL ALL MY MEDICATION’ mode I’d likely be some what adjusted already but I am still too shaky to give it a yes or no.
Wimbledon is where most of my- I could be blogging right now time is going. I’ve been too tired to read much. I just picked Fall on Your Knees [Ann-Marie MacDonald] back up after a short break and have about 100 plus pages to go in what is becoming a rather epic story at almost 600 pages in length. Then I figure I should be able to get another two books in before Harry Potter arrives and I’m reading it before I even get my door unlocked after grabbing it from the Canada Post person [Saturday delivery] likely still in my PJ’s like last time. Book six I went to midnight madness with David and Adam and it was so lame I would NEVER EVER do it again, whereas for book five I did the Saturday delivery and was happier than a pig in shit.
I have never seen the amount of rain delays that Wimbledon is having before in all my years of watching Wimbledon which is a lot of years in case you were wondering. There was thunder and lighting one day and it took a record 95hours to finish one of Nadal’s matches, I can’t remember how many times it was started and stopped. For a good portion of the Championships it has looked as if all of the top players were going to battle it out for the slam title but no one but Federer has pulled it through. Venus snuck up on the women and looks set to win her fourth title. If all goes according to MY plan we’ll see a Nadal/Federer final, although it’s been seen their meetings never lack anything but the best tennis that there is to be seen anywhere right now. Sharapova, out by a beat down from Venus may have the game face perfect but her actual game is lacking to the point that it looks like she may have to wage a major come back with some adjustments to her game BUT she will never EVER be a Kournikova.
