what was i thinking

So a couple months ago I lined up an appt for medication management and we concluded that it would probably make sense to switch from Zoloft that I've been on for 18 years to Prozac, partly for the sake of change, but also because i have some pharmacogenetics reports that say 'zoloft will not work as well for you, alice and specifically fluoxetine would be better.' 

why the fuck did I follow through with this plan right after my mom died?

Anyway, as you might imagine from context, I feel shitty and weepy today. the good news is that I'm on day 4 or 5 of the switch process so I can start taking the prozac and I left work to go do that.  While out, I finally took 6 bags of mom's clothes to this one particular place that's only open till 3:30, and i chose this particular place because they're good to us at work? Anyway I'm working an hour late tongiht and I'm not counting all the rotary stuff from last week & this, so I think spending an hour doing what I was doing is fine. 

Now i'm early for this event we're having and my eyes are just dripping like the roof.  Good thing people's tears don't really make icicles.  I'll get myself together as much as possible and try to work and earn my keep and not let people down.

the other good news is, I didn't overhype this event; i'm looking forward to a low-key low-attendance maybe no-attendance-just-do-a-video event.