The list of possible causes is a tired, overused list. I disappoint myself -- I neither resolve these recurring issues nor put them aside as something manageable like "my lot in life" or "the hand I was dealt."
Very Springsteen, very Dancing in the Dark (Well, there is no reason I shouldn't flatter myself a bit. Whose blog is it, anyway?):
Well, I need to carefully shower (the incisions to the port are red and angry), dress in brightly colored soft organic cotton clothing, put on a smile, try to trim my nails, charge my mp3 player, and head on out for Subanesthetic Ketamine Treatment Number 3. I am thinking that this time the dose ought to be over 100 mg. I pray for some sign that the stuff is working.
In the interim, the plan is to fake it until I make it.
In this mean time, we are dancing in the dark.