Gardening Is Therapeutic

I forgot to take my anti-depressant last night, and realized it when I was already in bed, and wound up just going to sleep without taking it. Wow, am I paying for it now. If I had any illusions that it isn't doing anything, the way I feel now dramatically illustrates the difference when I don't take it.

I decided to buy some of the herbs that I wanted to plant instead of growing them from seed because it's already getting late in the season. I also bought a big green pot to put them in. I also bought some marigolds to plant with the tomatoes (marigolds protect tomatoes from certain types of pests), and I like them so much that I might buy some more to put by the front door. They aren't terribly expensive, so if something happened to them (that is, if someone took them), I wouldn't be really upset. I'm going to plant the herbs before I go to sleep. Gardening is therapeutic.

Ironing my robe for commencement tomorrow seemed overwhelming, but it occurred to me to just put it in the dryer for a little while. I think that I'm going to crash soon--after eating dinner and taking my anti-depressant.

Psychiatric Service Dog?

I was reading an entry by someone on my friends list about psychiatric service dogs, and I think one could help me. For one thing, they can help get someone who's on heavy medication to wake up in the morning or in a emergency. If I experience hallucinations, they could help me distinguish them. They could "tell" me if I have taken my meds or not. And they would get me out taking them for a walk and therefore get exercise. (Harlee and Zara's reaction to a dog might be interesting though.) This is something that I should discuss with my therapist and doctor.