Lethargy

    There is sure to be a joke lurking somewhere in opening a blog post entitled "Lethargy" and then staring at a blank edit screen for several minutes, unable to write anything. But that's the position I have just found myself in. Yes, the mid-winter blues have set in, I've had a week of more than unusually noisy girl and this time the physical manifestation is lethargy. Doing anything is an effort, I'd prefer to go back to bed. As an insomniac you might imagine I'd find that to be a welcome change, but I have more than a slight suspicion that I'm experiencing the adverse effects of my medication. I've thus booked a couple of appointments to try and sort it out.
    One slight surprise, my psychiatrist is retiring. I can't say I'm looking forward to his replacement, whoever they may be, because I don't know what ideas or even what baggage they will bring to the role. One would hope for someone clued-up, but from my discussions with others in similar positions to myself I'm aware that this is not always the case. I don't fancy having to battle someone's pet theories about the relationship between gender and sexuality, for example.
    I'll leave you with a quote that made me laugh from an acquaintance of mine. She's talking about the stria terminalis, the brain region identified by Zhou et al as being female-proportioned in male-at-birth transsexuals.

"I'll laugh the day it is established what that bit of brain really does. It will turn out it's where the gag reflex is located."