Been pondering my day:
+ I managed a crowded bus and mall without too much anxiety (ok I cheated slightly with an antianxiety drug
).
+ I bought a couple of new shirts and actually liked what I looked like in them
+ I did a fair bit of research yesterday into mattresses so in the store I had some idea what things meant and was able to make an informed decision
+ I sorted out some clothes into keep, ebay and charity piles
- I haven't written that cover letter for the job yet
- still feeling paranoid in public about other people's motivations
- when I was trying to sort something out over the phone the woman first asked if I had anyone she could speak to instead of me, then kept asking for me to put my wife back on as the conversation continued
So yeah, some positives, some negatives but that last one really got me.
Thinking it over now, I feel pretty upset and angry. I know the meds made me slow and I have trouble with concentration, thinking and expressing myself in words but I guess I never really realized it was to that extent that someone would repeatedly say "sir, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're trying to say".