Mondays are like Fridays, just not as good.
On a short work week, however, Mondays are much much better. I’m not a Monday hater; there’s no reason to hate a day I get to be alive. I just prefer Fridays. Friday sounds better, and usually people are in much better moods over all. THIS Friday is a holiday — A three day long weekend… the sleeping in I will try to do is going to be amazing.
If a short work week wasn’t enough to improve this Monday, the massage I have book afterwork takes it to another level. Yep — this Monday is turning out to be pretty awesome. Seven weeks ago, I tore my calf muscle, and the physiotherapist suggested I get my leg massaged. Don’t have to tell me twice. I love massages. I wish my health care plan paid for more than five a year. Still five is better than zero, so I’m not complaining. It’s an hour long massage which sounds like a long time, but it really isn’t. When you’re face down on the massage table, time really flies.
In other news, it’s been just over three weeks since I started taking Zoloft for my anxiety and depression. Things are going pretty good I think. Not exceptionally happy, but not sad and very little anxiety. I’m tired as F*ck, but I hear that’s normal on these meds. I don’t remember if any of my old meds caused fatigue at the beginning, I’m sure they probably did. I’m super sensitive when it comes to drugs. I typically experience most of the listed “normal side effects”, and I am one of the lucky ones who suffers from discontinuation syndrome when I come off meds… for this reason I hope I don’t have to change my meds.
This Monday is winding down, so I better clear off the desk and get ready for my rub down. Hope you all enjoyed your day!