The uncertainty over my job has resolved itself. An ADA is in place stating that the Topiramate caused cognitive disfunction. I go back to work and living a graveyard schedule next Tuesday. The depression has broken up into a mist of yesterday and I’ve gone back to doing portraits. A success in it itself, but as an added bonus I did the first of practice portraits on my sister-in-law. For some reason I hadn’t been able to put pencil to paper for her before. It wasn’t bad for a first attempt.
I have also been doing a lot of reading, specifically re-reading one of my favorite authors. She’s very prolific at almost 30 books in this series. I began at the logical place – the first book in the series. I know I’ve read every book in this series, but I was shocked to find that I don’t remember significant parts of the books. After this happening in a couple of books I noticed a pattern. The parts of the books that I remembered were the parts that were about sex (soft porn). Anything not related to sex was like reading the book for the first time. At first, I wasn’t certain what to make of this. Now that I’ve had a chance to consider it, I think the Sex Addict read the books the first couple of times. Now someone else reading these books with their own sense of enjoyment and surprisingly, criticisms. The sex in the book is still delightful, but the stories are refreshing and feeding my imagination.
When the husband had a heart attack he quit smoking cold turkey. The wife, in support of the husband quit too. Now those of us who like to smoke have to do it when the husband is not around. We had been pushing our wish to smoke for a while. This morning the husband went to spend time with his children. I chose to stay at home. After he was well and gone, we went out and smoked our first two cigarettes in 6 months. They were amazing. We miss smoking. More accurately we miss sitting on the swing thinking unimportant thoughts smoking til we were satiated. We resent having to smoke in secret, but it is better than not smoking at all.
One of the things we noticed is the direction of our thoughts is different, the wife’s fantasies are not our fantasies. While we smoked we didn’t fantasize at all. Now that we are back inside, we are thinking about chores to get done and about our next portrait attempt. The wife is thinking about bed (trying to get back into the habit of living a graveyard schedule) and drifting back to sleep with her favorite fantasies.
Lark In The Dark - Discussing Dissociative Disorder 