In my last post, I think I had neglected to mention that I had been toying around with the idea of weaning myself off my anti-depressant meds (just a daily low dose of Zoloft) and had actually beugn cutting back, skipping days, etc. Long about the end of the week last week, Scott (that's me) began feeling very edgy, angry, testy, etc. Other than having a lot going on, there's really not any stress in my life, certainly a LOT less than there had been when I was working at the bank.
The plan now? Keep taking my meds and get to the doc for a work up. I'm in the process of getting my new insurance together and once that's set up, I will get to the doc and get looked at/talked to. This is one of those things I am not qualified to handle without professional help. I am not an MD (nor do I play one on TV). So, I had better so the right thing and see the doc. But, I wonder if my wife will become less anoying as I get back to regular levels of meds lol. She is who she is and all but, I noticed myself going through a significant change in attitude the past few days.
In the mean time, prayer is where it's at for this guy. Mass was wonderful yesterday. the Gospel reading was from Mark Ch 8, where Jesus tells the disciples briefly about what's going to happen down the line when He is Crucified. Jesus makes the requirements for being a Christian/disciple of Christ quite clear: "Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross and follow me..." In other words, if you want what I have, do what I do (now where have we heard THAT before?). That was an eye opener to say the least. It kinda puts things in an interesting perspective. We all have our Crosses to bear and we ought to bear them with courage and faith. (and gratitude that our Cross isn't the one Jesus had to bear.) I found a bit of personal application in that particular passage.