Ah... a good days sleep, and then a relatively easy night. I should be happy as a lark, and I pretty much am.
Well, except for the fact that three twelves are coming up. And the doc that I've had the last two nights won't be back again this rotation. I really like him, he doesn't order a whole lotta stuff on people. The rest of the guys, though... it's a whole different story.
O'well.
I had a message on the answering machine Friday, I need to go to personnel for an interview... I've gotta call them and set it up. Buncha BS, but one of the hoops that must be jumped through.
But... another good note: my BP is pretty much where it should be now. I've got an appointment with my doc Tuesday at 09:00 for a re-check, and I need to tell him that I've gone off of the anti-depressant. Same problem as before, dammit.
What I really need to do for my BP and for my depression is exercise... that would probably help me quit smoking, too. But it's so damned hard to get started... always too tard to want to do something like that. Of course, they say that once you're started, it's easy to keep going... increased vigor and a whole new outlook on life, etc....
I guess that I've never bought into that philosophy. It just seems so pointless to work and not be, uh, working. Like producing something besides a better body. I just gotta screw my head on somewhat differently, I guess.
OK. Pills and bed... 19:00 will come way too soon.