Is It A Pout? Is It A Scowl?

So yes, the flat moods have gone.  My body seems to have adjusted to the meds again, which is good in and of itself.  The emotions are back, and in amongst the happiness of going out and seeing friends and the rest, there is also a bit of frustration that I am trying to shove to the back as well.

But, part of the purpose of this blog is to have a neutral place where I can vent anonymously, so, as I roll my eyes at how negative this could sound, here goes.  Mistress is going through one of her busy phases again, and I am only talking to her maybe once a day currently - no, I discount the early morning calls, because it is hard enough to get her out of bed, let alone having a lucid conversation.  No texts, no emails, no comments on here even.  And most of the time when we do talk, it is the bland laundry list of how was your day etc.  Which is nice, but I spent years in previous relationships on those kind of conversations, and those never went anywhere.

It is funny in a way.  She has calmed me down enough to reassure me that everything will be fine when I get there, but suddenly the here and now is something to fret about.  Or am I just seeing mountains where mole hills are?

I just kind of feel left on the shelf at the moment.

No, I am not going to melt down or anything, and I am in this for the long haul, but yeah, just had to put some thoughts down on paper, as it were.