...Barely tolerable, I daresay...

I've had too many other "situational stressors" to know whether he should change my meds or not.  He did after all change them last time, and the time before.  This logic does make sense to me on all levels.  I've experienced hilarity and comradeship at work with the other ladies of the "back office" when we laugh at situations of day to day work life and our similar reactions to some of the ridiculous stuff we encounter.  By the time I'm home, I'm tired and all hilarity has worn off.  I just want to sit and do nothing but watch tv or read or sit w/the laptop. 

Am I just pissed off coming home w/no energy and K still not working?  Is my apathy competing with his?  He seems to have lost all inclination to get things done and look for a job.  How do I light a fire under him when I'm still searching for a spark for myself?  I feel like I use every last ounce of me when at work.  I don't have anything left to lift him up when I get home except for thinly veiled comments/questions about his activities of the day. 

I don't like the person I feel I'm becoming when I come home.  I don't like the person I see him becoming.  The whole situation is just upside down. 

The Dr. recommended that I rest this week that we're off work.  That makes sense, but the other carbuncle of a house is still waiting to get a big load of crap taken out and that won't happen if I don't arrange times to do it and accompany him there.  He needs to seek professional help with a therapist and employment office or it's not going to get better.  We've both got the same ADD personality, but he's unmedicated and unmotivated to seek help for it.