Off to a running flop this year

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Dear friends, this is what depression and chronic pain will do to you. You get up, and try to get things done -- and then you hit the wall. Most nights are not good for me. I wake up in pain most of the time, either my lower back or my hips, or sometimes, my knees. I get dressed, I go into the living room to test my blood sugar, make my notes on how I feel, survey CNN for the lastest bit of misery, and then fumble about in the kitchen. Some days are good, I can bake or cook, maybe even do some needlework, or write something. But this year is turning into not so good so far. My depression is worse and my psychiatrist wants to put me on Tritelix (sp?). I'm happy with my current mix of meds -- it's not perfect, but it -works.- My suicidal impluses don't manifest into action, which is very good. But the rest of my health is continuing to slide into the pit. And the news doesn't help either. Every day there's some sort of buffonery from the Urine-soaked, Orange Cockroach in the White House, and that alone is enough to make me wish for some sudden comet to slam into the Earth and end it all. This is not the country I grew up in. This is not the country that I want to live in. I want a government that won't keep lying and stealing from us. I want a President that I can respect at least. I know what the answer is. Vote. The election is less than three hundred days away. Register to vote, and make damn sure that your vote is going to matter. Resist. We are better than this. We landed men on the moon, for hell's sake. We defeated fascism in Europe and the Pacific. Now we have it on our doorstep. Resist. Vote. That is all.