I am prone to be depressed. I do not have enough estrogen to function like a human being, and I am literally too fat for the only medicine that's ever helped. Still, even if I had started the week chipper, it would have been rough.
Root canal on Monday, followed by excruiciating pain. My lip went numb at 2 am that night, and I called the dentist the next morning. This was apparently a sign the bacteria were chowing down on my nerves. New antibiotic.
Boss got sick, and spent Tuesday mostly dead. I covered one of her meetings and rescheduled the rest. It doesn't help that our job is supposedly imppossible. But I truely do believe there is no try. We will make this process change. We may not be able to make the horses drink, but we will lead them to the water.
The worst thing, though, is that my husband got a job offer he's not going to take. It's not the 'right kind' of chemistry. Yes, Environmental Health is a far cry from drug discovery but the economy is in shambles and I pay his half of the groceries (100$/month), the electric ($50/month), the internet ($40/month) and anything else that comes up. He's *supposed* to be working on his thesis, but I don't think he's touched it in months. I'm out of ideas. I need to get him off the sofa before the urge to smother him gets too strong.
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