Old and illin'

So, here's the deal.  Had a birthday.  Nothing special, just another age milestone.  Got sick.  Still there.  Missed work today because of it.  I knew I needed a day to recoup, since yesterday at work was grueling.  I actually slept in our "quiet room" during lunchtime.  That's notable.  My throat is still uncomfortable, but not quite as on fire as it was earlier today.  And my body aches way less than it did all of this morning.  I hope it's not just me being impossibly optimistic, but I think I've turned a corner, and I'll wake up tomorrow feeling so much better.  I can't wait to get back to work.  Tired of being sick and sick of being tired.

My time home today allowed me to relax and watch two films...both I've seen before, but both I was happy and excited to watch again:  Being John Malkovich and A Room with a View.  I'm like a movie-watching fool lately.  Thanks to a donated Netflix account.  THANK YOU.

I read an article today about meds that could make you gain weight, and antidepressants were mentioned.  I am on an antidepressant, and thankfully, it hasn't caused weight gain for me.  In the article were these words, and this attitude really pisses me off:

There are many natural alternatives to taking antidepressants; perhaps the simplest is to exercise regularly. Studies show that 30 minutes of moderate to strenuous exercise per day is eight times more effective at lifting depression than taking antidepressants, with all the benefits to overall health that go with it.

I'm sure this is true with, like, situational or seasonal depression.  But for long-term, chemical depression/anxiety, that is a load of bullshit.  Do you think I want to be on medication to make myself normal?  Fuck no!  So don't trivialize my depression by making it seem like a 30 minute jog will remedy all imbalances.  Please. 

On a lighter note, I'm finding pretty much any song that features ukulele makes me happy.