I Lost My Funny

With all the changes brought about by my meds, my funny seems to have disappeared almost entirely. I miss it. I thought it was entertaining and occasionally charming, and so I thought I should take this moment of clarity to say so. Looking back through some of my posts I can see a distinct drop-off in funny as soon as I went on the meds. It's a bit depressing, much like that moment in Mary Poppins when Uncle Albert realizes the children must leave and he cries and sinks to the floor after uproarious laughter on the ceiling.

I am learning through all of this that a health crisis forces you to scale back all of your glorious plans to nearly zilch. I had a list. It was long. Several of you saw my list appearing in this blog in small spurts. Start a blog for profit, make 1000 or so quilts for Christmas, edit my living family history documentary, pick a thesis topic, and on, and on.... Now my plans are to get through the day so that I can be a reasonable student at night.

Mornings are bad for me. I am relieved that classes are at night. I would fail if they were in the morning. I have never been so happy for church to be switching to 1:00PM in my life. By 1:00PM I am nearly alert and relatively conversational. Even my vocabulary seems to return almost in its entirety. My secondary goal at this point: be sort of normal by Christmas -- perhaps even funny.