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Hello, everyone! It has been a month, let me tell you. I honestly have no idea how long this entry is going to be, so I'm just going to stick everything behind a cut.
To be honest, I don't even really know where to start. I didn't write anything for all of February because I went into a blurry, weird depressive slump where the very idea of opening my laptop seemed too exhausting. What a trial, I'm shocked I managed to get it open today. I went in for my annual physical almost two weeks ago and my nurse practitioner (a very lovely woman, super easy to talk to) diagnosed me officially with anxiety and depression, so she changed the appointment from general health to mental health so she could get me on meds ASAP.
So I've been taking a generic version of Prozac (Fluoxetine) for a week and all I've experienced are side effects — drowsiness, mostly, and last night headaches became an issue, too. I don't really know how they're supposed to make me feel in the long run, but I suppose 'better' is subjective.
I also went to three performances over the month, because there were some fun things at UCA. There was We Shall Overcome, a musical revue of African American musical traditions mixed with MLK Jr. speech excerpts, and I found it lovely. It was five extraordinary black performers, and their version of Still I Rise made my heart fly. One of them was also a chorus member on the The Greatest Showman soundtrack, and he won a Grammy for performing in This is Me. They were really stunning.
Dad and I also saw Travis Tritt — when I was a teenager, I used to listen to country music much more than I do now, and he was one of the few I remembered fondly, even though I don't particularly agree with his politics. (Yes, I am one of those people who can't separate the artist from the art. Sorry, not sorry.) That being said, his entire performance was two hours of him and two guitars, and I found it to be an intimate little concert. He was funny and personable on stage, and I was really surprised.
The last thing we saw was the 10th Anniversary National Tour of Rock of Ages. First of all, I can't believe I listened to that soundtrack ten years ago, I feel so fucking old! On the other hand, it was charming and funny and very meta, even though it wasn't as queer friendly as I hoped. (There was a queer couple, but queerness in itself seemed to be a punchline. I can't tell if that was the general OTT nature of the show, or if it was a flaw in the book. All the same, it made me a little uncomfortable.) BUT. The performances were great, it was funny and cheesy in all the right ways. Other than that one thing, it was a total blast.
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dungeonmarm and I wandered the city yesterday because we didn't want to stay cooped up in our apartment, and we impulse bought ourselves a couple of ukuleles. After two days of practice, the fingers on my left hand are very sore, but I can almost play You are my Sunshine decently, so I consider that a win. :DDD
To be honest, I don't even really know where to start. I didn't write anything for all of February because I went into a blurry, weird depressive slump where the very idea of opening my laptop seemed too exhausting. What a trial, I'm shocked I managed to get it open today. I went in for my annual physical almost two weeks ago and my nurse practitioner (a very lovely woman, super easy to talk to) diagnosed me officially with anxiety and depression, so she changed the appointment from general health to mental health so she could get me on meds ASAP.
So I've been taking a generic version of Prozac (Fluoxetine) for a week and all I've experienced are side effects — drowsiness, mostly, and last night headaches became an issue, too. I don't really know how they're supposed to make me feel in the long run, but I suppose 'better' is subjective.
I also went to three performances over the month, because there were some fun things at UCA. There was We Shall Overcome, a musical revue of African American musical traditions mixed with MLK Jr. speech excerpts, and I found it lovely. It was five extraordinary black performers, and their version of Still I Rise made my heart fly. One of them was also a chorus member on the The Greatest Showman soundtrack, and he won a Grammy for performing in This is Me. They were really stunning.
Dad and I also saw Travis Tritt — when I was a teenager, I used to listen to country music much more than I do now, and he was one of the few I remembered fondly, even though I don't particularly agree with his politics. (Yes, I am one of those people who can't separate the artist from the art. Sorry, not sorry.) That being said, his entire performance was two hours of him and two guitars, and I found it to be an intimate little concert. He was funny and personable on stage, and I was really surprised.
The last thing we saw was the 10th Anniversary National Tour of Rock of Ages. First of all, I can't believe I listened to that soundtrack ten years ago, I feel so fucking old! On the other hand, it was charming and funny and very meta, even though it wasn't as queer friendly as I hoped. (There was a queer couple, but queerness in itself seemed to be a punchline. I can't tell if that was the general OTT nature of the show, or if it was a flaw in the book. All the same, it made me a little uncomfortable.) BUT. The performances were great, it was funny and cheesy in all the right ways. Other than that one thing, it was a total blast.
I guess the last thing I've done happened yesterday —
dungeonmarm and I wandered the city yesterday because we didn't want to stay cooped up in our apartment, and we impulse bought ourselves a couple of ukuleles. After two days of practice, the fingers on my left hand are very sore, but I can almost play You are my Sunshine decently, so I consider that a win. :DDD