Meds and Murder (of worms, silly!)

I am sitting here trying to think of what to write.  It seems like so much has been happening at this rapid spit fire pace and I can't keep up.  Don't get me wrong, things are going great, but life can always throw a wrench into your plans.
Work has been awesome.  I am really enjoying it.  Things with Adam have awesome.  We rarely fight anymore.
I am knitting, reading, and listening to NPR all the time.  I am fully aware of my surroundings.  I started couch to 5k, and feel really good.  However the wrench arrived swiftly at 9 pm on Wednesday.  I just fell to pieces.  A million of them.  It was not good.  I think it was sparked by a slight change in medication.  This led to more changes in medication.  Things just got fuzzy from there.
Just as quickly as I was down, like normal, I was back up again.  I went fishing with Adam twice last week.  TWICE!  I baited the hook (murdered worms), casted out, AND released the hook from the fish all by myself.    I would have never have done these things previously and it is nice that I can share Adam's hobbies with him.  However, that being said, when we go camping, I will be knitting by the fire with the ladies.
I have been feeling a little existential lately.  Nothing is really coming from it though.  It happens at the worst times when I can't put pen to paper and I get so frustrated that I just drop it altogether.  This week I will try to harness that creative energy and make it work for me.