My husband did beg me not to take my new medication last night before bed, but I asked him "how will I ever sleep then?". Even so, I still got up at 3:30 this morning (sigh). I've been reading user manuals and installing new software for equipment I just bought for school.
After having my one week break, I'm not looking forward to going back to school. I did get all A's in my classes last quarter, so that's 2 quarters in a row now, but I'm wondering if I can keep it up. I often ponder how these psychiatric medications slow my brain down in learning capacity, how much faster the other students, especially the younger ones, are able to pick up new concepts compared to me. I know I'm a slower steno writer, but Mark thinks that sometimes it takes me longer to pick things up (in general, not because of medication), but once I have them, I master them better than anyone. He's always so encouraging, I hope I'm the same way with him. I sure try to be.
I say that, but he accidentally dumped his buttered popcorn on his lap at the movies, and I started laughing. It was FUNNY! He said "see, that's why I don't you things, like when I hurt myself! You laugh!". He had told me earlier that at Jason's Deli he bit down on a toothpick in his sandwich and I said "Ouch, didn't that hurt?" and he said yes! I asked why didn't he tell me, and he said "because you'd laugh, you always laugh when people hurt themselves". Yeah, I DO do that. I don't know why I do that. If someone trips and falls, I'm the first to bust out laughing. But if he bit into a toothpick into his gums? I don't think I'd laugh, I think I'd be concerned.
I'm not so calloused and mean, I don't make fun of other people, I just, I don't know, people doing things like that make me laugh. Is that really so bad?