I've been procrastinating on a Brain Update (among many, many other things, thanks for that lovely bit of self-sabotage, anxiety, you bitch), but hey, here goes nothing.
The medication is definitely helping, although it also makes me:
1) Throw up
2) Gain weight (HOW CAN BOTH OF THOSE THINGS HAPPEN WHAT IS HAPPENING)
3) Ask you to repeat everything you say, a bit louder this time, so I can hear you better over the goddamn ringing in my goddamn ears.
Antidepressants are weird.
I don't particularly enjoy the side effects, obviously, but when I think back a few months, to the unmedicated alternative...well. I'll just buy some bigger pants and drink some ginger tea. Hey, it's like being pregnant! Only without the baby part, or the urge to clean things. Ugh, this house.
Since I wasn't exactly live-blogging the worst of it, I'll just say, in the understatement of the decade, that things were not very good. Things were very, very bad. Everything else I've tried to type here instead sounds super dark and would probably scare my mother too much, so I'll just leave it at that.
Please don't let things get that bad, dear people. It's hard to see that they are, when you're in it, but now that I'm climbing out...well. Again. The view looking backwards and down, so very much down, is pretty terrifying. Let's all not go there again, shall we?
But! I am feeling much better! And would probably feel even more better (HI I WRITE GOOD) if Spring would freaking spring or sprung or just stop with all the snow and ice and the grey bleary blahs already.
(Also if children and other innocent unarmed humans would stop getting shot at so much. That would GREAT.)
But! Enough of all that. Let's get make to happy smile-making things, and I think we can all agree that Ezra + Food = Pure Goddamn Delight. Here he is, back at it again with the Chef Zah Thang, learning to make chapatis with his dad:
We didn't even plan to involve him in this particular meal (which came from this cookbook, which I highly recommend for any fellow Instant Pot Heads) (I see what I did there), but I swear the kid has a sixth sense for when there's something new or interesting happening in the kitchen.
As soon as he rolled out one piece, he immediately declared full ownership of all chapati-making going forward, and changed into the appropriate outfit.
As did Ike, who has a sixth sense of his own for when anyone is getting more attention than him.