My Heart Is As Cold As The Clouds Of Your Breath

I have 20 minutes before I go back to work for the first time in nearly three weeks. First there was the infection, then the cracked ribs, and then Amsterdam (which was awesome, by the way.)

I also haven't blogged in a while, and I almost feel like I have nothing meaningful to blog about. That's been my life lately. It's quite strange. Whenever I'm busy doing things, traveling and hanging out etc, you know, the usual stuff that people blog about, I just can't find it in me to blog. However, when nothing is going on I seem to be able to write page after page of general waffle that is more meaningful than when I talk about things that happened.

I am sort of strange in that respect.

Apart from Amsterdam, I haven't done much. Just hanging about. I enjoy it.

One thing that does bother me though is that I have been put on a 'mild' anti-depressant. Or rather, tricked onto them. When I went to the doctors about being ill, I once again brought up the insomnia that I've been suffering from on and off for a couple of years ago now. He asked me a few questions, and gave me a prescription.

When researching the medication, I discovered they're actually an anti-depressant. The doctor has been trying to put me on them for years now, but I always refused, or didn't collect the prescription.

This annoys me a little. Well, a lot. However, If the doctor believes I need them so much he tricked me into getting them, then I suppose I may as well try them. Boyfriend is supportive, of whatever I do, but I'm just worried it'll change me.

My bi-polar meds space me out, which is why I rarely take them unless I am terribly bad. I just hope anti-depressants don't too.

This is waffling, filling in time before I have to go to work. I am actually nervous about going back to work after so long, and I'm not quite sure why.