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[ricevermicelli]

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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[valkyriefire.livejournal.com]

{{{{{{{{{{Hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

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!

[drwex]

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

[dreams-of-wings.livejournal.com]

My light box makes a big difference for me.

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