recap

What a week.  All the good stuff happened (dinner at the in-laws’ place, lunch for Dad’s birthday, night out with friends last night) and it was all very enjoyable.

Last night was particularly good.  While the dinner at Wagamama’s was not really a success (the food was nice, but it was too noisy to hold a conversation), it was when we all came back to our place that the night really picked up.  L had not seen our house before and was full of compliments, which are always nice to hear.  We all talked, laughed, ate and drank for four hours, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  And as I said to SO afterwards, L was a very welcome addition.  We have always got along extremely well with G and V, who are lovely people (and the only witnesses to our wedding, apart from the celebrant and photographer – we eloped).  But L fit right in to how we all interact.  It was a really lovely evening. 

It’s funny how, even when things are going well, depression can reassert its presence.  For example, this was a really social week for us.  I enjoyed all of it.  But, by yesterday, I was really tired.  I could feel how tired I was.  I did enjoy last night, but when we went to bed, I was so tired I didn’t even put in my earplugs – and I slept like a log.  (I always wear earplugs to bed.  Not only does SO snore like a train’s coming through, but I’m a light sleeper at the best of times.)

Anyhow,  I woke up this morning and, after breakfast, was surfing the net, when I started to feel really sleepy.  Not a problem, I thought, I’ll have a nap.  Now, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m a napper from waaaay back.  I can nap for three hours in the afternoon, then sleep for twelve hours that night.  I love my sleep, and without enough sleep, I’m feral.

So, off I toddle to bed.  When I wake up, it was because the phone was ringing, not because I’d naturally woken up.  Anyhow, I answered the phone (it was SO, working on the reno) and got out of bed.  When I looked at the time, I did a double-take.  I’d been asleep for six hours.

Even at my most anaemic, I’d never napped for six hours before.  Even when I had double pnuemonia, I didn’t nap for six hours.  Okay, it had been a long, busy week, and a late night, but six hours?!  The only thing I can ascribe it to is the depression (together with getting to bed just after midnight the night before).  Amazing.

So yes, it is incredible how a mental illness like depression can have such a strong physical impact.  That said, this week has been worth it.    I love feeling like I can enjoy socialising again.