Simplicity is all that I asked for, and a simple solution is what I got. A numb-dumb cristina. I’ve been dancing the robot this week. Punch in, punch out (check the fruit, fruit’s expired. count the hours until you retire). Sunrise, sunset. Dayquil, Nyquil (waiting, patiently, for sedation). My thoughts have always been clumsily put together. Always stumbling on one another, but these last two weeks, I can’t get anything down. I feel disconnected from all my senses. I have not been to therapy in three weeks, I don’t remember the last time I took my medication, and this three-day-fever has drained every positive thought right out of my system. I still go to work. Although, I feel like shit, I continue with my routine. I crashed today, and asked for the day off. I’m resting cosily by my man’s side. A little love rushing through my veins is all I needed to get back on track. I have an appointment next week with both, my doctor and therapist. I bought my effexor, the dosage is tripled (although I hate to admit this will help me. pride, you see). The temperature will be very low the next couple of days, but I could deal with that, as long as the weatherman continues to announce sunshine in the forecast. It took me so long to get to the top, and notice, how long I stayed there. I need to accept the fact that I’ll slip from time to time. But you see, I’ve been up there before, and now know a shorter route up. One less strenuous, but just as healthy. You’ll see, shortly, I’ll be high up there again. I am ready to balance my life.