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I am in a rotten mood. I have been in a rotten mood a lot lately, probably because, oh hey, it's winter. I can see how I could have forgotten this thing about winter. Last time winter came around, I was nursing absolutely all the time, and oxytocin is a hell of a thing. The time before that, I was pregnant, and so obsessed with staring at my belly that I barely noticed the weather. So it's been a while since I had to actually deal with a winter.

I have a mushroom pizza all to my ownself, in a pizza box with whimsical pictures of mushrooms drawn on it (the gourmet pizza place does not have pre-printed boxes with its name, so they improvise). I put a big bag of yarn out on the back porch last night, so that the scabies would all freeze to death and die and not be able to bite me anymore, and I can use the yarn. I am thinking I need a shower, and a nap, and to do the slacker version of studying for the CPA exam, otherwise known as resting up so that I'm at my best. Per the test-prep advice in Becker, I may have a stab at visualizing myself as having passed the CPA exam. That seems pretty exhausting though. It's a project for later.

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Well, only if I would come away from it with all limbs intact.

Ducky gave me Holy Basil pills for my SAD. I'm supposed to take one twice a day during the Winter and one once a day as needed. Without the SAD, they do kind of make me manic. I chalk that up to interacting with the daily metabolism boosters I take (thyroid meds, DHEA and B-vitamins).

I've been without them since the middle of October. I'm really, really dreading going to the doctor tomorrow, 'cause they are going to weigh me and all the carb-loading and sedentary behavior of the last month means I'm going to be up in weight, prolly by a significant amount, and my doctor is the tiniest woman ever and I just don't want to deal with the humiliation. I hate depression, especially when coupled with stress and PMS. Perhaps I can beg not to be weighed? If it helped, I would definitely cry to get out of it.

So yeah, Holy Basil might help. Not sure what the ramifications on breast feeding are though, so feel free to ignore me.

Best of luck on the CPA exam!

In theory, we no longer communicate scabies to others, and cannot be reinfected this week. And if not, it could take them up to eight weeks to start eating you. So, uh. Yeah.

My usual approach to SAD is composed of bergamot, jogging 2-3 times a week, and sugar. (My therapist pointed this out to me several winters ago. Between November and April, you could just hook me up to an IV of root beer, and that would be fine with me.) The jogging is not finding it's way in to my current life, and I need to fix that. And frankly, I need a better approach. I hear I should try and get a light table.

In re: being weighed - I have successfully demanded, in the past, that I not be informed of my weight. I stand with my back to the numbers on the scale, the nurse writes down the number in my file, and I do not have to know what it is. If even that depresses you, stay off the scale. They can't make you get on, and it's not like weight is the secret key to all information concerning health. Anything that number would tell them, they can find out some other way.

Huh, and here I've always been envious of your figure. I suppose American women just cannot win.

Sorry to hear you're feeling foul. I'll cross the appropriate appendages for you and the exam.

My light box makes a big difference for me.

*hugs*
Winter sucks. Warm socks and cats and tea and good sweaters are required.