Zonked (as this post will show...)

(Pronounced, always, in the Freund/Enright home, as two distinct syllables: zon-ked.)

Since the Xanax alone wasn't doing this to me, I have the bad feeling that it's the Paxil I took 22 hours ago that's still got me feeling zonked.  The only hope is that it's a combination of the Paxil plus the Xanax I took this morning, since the doctor suggested I keep taking the Xanax once a day to tide me over until the Paxil was effective, and that not taking the Xanax will stop the zonked feeling.  But I doubt it.  I'll give the Paxil another day and then call the doctor Monday if it's still doing this to me.  I want to deal with the depression, if that's what we're calling the way I feel, but I can't spend every day feeling the way I do now or I'll do nothing but lie around, blink my way through TV shows, and nap... I even took a nap this afternoon, which I hardly ever do unless I can't keep my eyes open.  (Jerry was the big napper in the family - he could nap and then get up and be alert and then go to sleep in the evening and sleep through the night.  I always envied him the ability to be refreshed by a nap - me, I just feel even more zonked after a nap.)

About to risk my extremely fledgling Weagle credentials by watching the last three episodes of season 2 of Being Human while the Auburn-Clemson game is airing on ESPN.  I'll switch to the game during commercials, I promise... but I have to see how the end of season 2 of Being Human plays out, and I missed the last two episodes while traveling, so I have to catch up now during the marathon...!

Assuming I can stay awake for any of it...