Last month was National Blog Post Month and Wego Health decided to make it National HEALTH Blog Post Month. As you know, I participated in neither.
One of my big accomplishments this year (in a way), was not making a New Year's Resolution relating to my blog. I know I haven't been updating a lot. There are various reasons for it, but I wasn't going to fool myself into thinking that this is where I should be spending my energy.
However, when I ran across the link about the Wego challenge (http://blog.wegohealth.com/2013/11/01/november-is-national-health-blog-post-month-2/), I thought, "I think I can just do some of them and maybe get back into the practice of writing."
The rules aren't strict and if they were, I'd unstrict them (if that were a word) to suit myself. And I'll see what I can do. I think I can make a start here.
I think I can reinterpret what they suggest to work for me. And since WEGO is about Health Activisim, I will at least start this with the idea that these be about health.
I was in the hospital twice in 2013. Once for a norovirus (really not pretty) and once for a Crohn's flare.
I know I can worry excessively - it's something I actively work to avoid. I think I've done a good job not freaking out about this. This flare is the first one in at least ten years. I was put on Prednisone.
Prednisone is a steroid with a lot of side effects (or, some might say, just effects). For people with any sort of inflammatory disease, they are used a lot because Prednisone reduces inflammation. It turns out that in a very small percent of users with depression, it alleviates depression. This happened with me and I don't think I can describe how wonderful it was.
I felt like a super hero; my super power was normality. I'd drop something on the floor and then . . . I'd pick it up. No big philosophical thought process about it. No existential agony about how everything that is dropped must be picked up for the rest of my life. No forgetting what I was in the midst of doing because I had a slight change in routine. No interruption of executive actions.
This is what people who believe that taking a "happy pill" is cheating really don't get. What I want out of my medication isn't ecstasy. It isn't jubilation or elation or even happiness. It's normality. It's regularness. I know I can explain it until the cows come home and if you don't get it, you don't get it. (Although try this: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html).
Urg. I forgot how long blogging takes. And I didn't even edit all that much. At any rate, I didn't totally finish the assignment, but I know I can stay I started.
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