It’s been raining a lot here lately, with many roads flooding over in places. I hadn’t had the chance to get out at all the past few days, and despite the weather, I decided to go out for a three mile walk (~5 km). It was very nice.
My mind’s still getting used to Prozac. Like with other medicines of its type, I feel a sense that life has the volume turned down. Feelings are muted. The world is in blander colors. Not literally. Figuratively.
As it stands, I think I’ll be happier when I fully adjust to the new head chemistry. Things are going a lot better on Prozac than it is on anything else. I really don’t want to go to a higher dose. I’m able to function and create, while at the same time things in my life don’t run me over as hard.