Feeling better than before
Jan. 19th, 2007 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levertovfanSo, in the world of update-yness, I'm feeling better than before. It's always surprising to me how the amount of energy in my body can fluctuate for no good reason at all. Or, it often seems to be no good reason, i.e., no outside influence, but instead originating within the body itself, apparently out of nowhere and outside control.
I certainly hope that my experiences with medicating my thyroid have made me more sympathetic to people with depression. I wouldn't appreciate the way body chemistry can impact well-being if I'd never had a similar problem and depression was simply an academic matter. I think of my roommates in the Czech Republic, and the matter-of-fact way they looked at me when I was in bed all day (for low thyroid along with some more psychological problems) and said that they couldn't see what was wrong with me.
In other news, I had my first day of Psych class. I'm optimistic. It will be fun. The professor is a little bombastic. His voice echoes in a class of 90 students. At times in his lecture, he would ask a question and just sit and wait for someone, anyone, in the class to answer it. Because it was the first day of class (or possibly not), there would be a long silence. Three out of four times, I ended it: I figured I should let the real undergraduates get their shot, but if he was going to waste time that I should be learning in silence, then I'd put the silence to a halt. As a non-undergraduate for whom college is not my primary social scene, I don't have that worry about what other people will think of me.
I just purchased tickets for A. and I to go to the Bay Area the second weekend in February. My trips home recently have been pretty rejuvenating, and I ought to go home more than I have been for the past few years. So that is good.
I certainly hope that my experiences with medicating my thyroid have made me more sympathetic to people with depression. I wouldn't appreciate the way body chemistry can impact well-being if I'd never had a similar problem and depression was simply an academic matter. I think of my roommates in the Czech Republic, and the matter-of-fact way they looked at me when I was in bed all day (for low thyroid along with some more psychological problems) and said that they couldn't see what was wrong with me.
In other news, I had my first day of Psych class. I'm optimistic. It will be fun. The professor is a little bombastic. His voice echoes in a class of 90 students. At times in his lecture, he would ask a question and just sit and wait for someone, anyone, in the class to answer it. Because it was the first day of class (or possibly not), there would be a long silence. Three out of four times, I ended it: I figured I should let the real undergraduates get their shot, but if he was going to waste time that I should be learning in silence, then I'd put the silence to a halt. As a non-undergraduate for whom college is not my primary social scene, I don't have that worry about what other people will think of me.
I just purchased tickets for A. and I to go to the Bay Area the second weekend in February. My trips home recently have been pretty rejuvenating, and I ought to go home more than I have been for the past few years. So that is good.
