I’m not saying it was aliens, but…

So I’ve gone two days now with the new med from my psychiatrist on board (which sounds like an alien species–Vraylar), and either I have had a relaxing, less-than-stressful couple of days or it works fast. I find myself not overly concerned with things that lately have been sending my stress levels skyrocketing. Long day at work? Okay. Surgeries running behind? Fine. Everything’s fine.

I wonder, though, if that’s necessarily a good thing. Yeah, I am feeling much less stressed, but will I end up like this:

I mean, I don’t want to be chilling when the building’s on fire, but I don’t want to be screaming when it’s not. Overall, though, the numbness is kind of refreshing. It’s like okay, I’m not in overdrive, I’m not burning the high-octane fuel, I’m surviving and even feeling a bit better. Okay, so I did have a blank stare several times yesterday that concerned a nurse friend of mine. Kinda was zoning a bit. But I was not overly stressed, and that was my key motivation for going to the doctor the other day, so there’s that.

It’s all about balance. I’ll be fine. Just have to adjust to the new med and keep on trucking.