Over the last month and a half I’ve been changing medications again. I was putting on so much weight with the previous regime and feeling — how to put it — a little too detached. They might have helped manage the pain and anxiety and adrenaline poisoning but I kept realising how little care they left in me. But, not caring, it took me quite a while to talk to my doc about a change.
I don’t know if it has been coming off one lot or the effect of the new pills but I find myself caring a lot more — it’s more like living even if I am also prone to get more irritated and snappy (sorry you guys I live with)!
One outcome is that later today, for the first time in 18 months, I am going to preach at the evening’s Eucharist. It is strange to be preaching without also presiding but, by God, I have missed this part of my life!
Wish me luck!