Last night after we'd drifted off to sleep we got a call from a neighbor about Edward. We'd invited her to make the call, as Edward heads to her place in the evening if he doesn't come in for dinner here.
The start of waking to the phone ring brought back to mind the years i was on-call. How did i manage?
For those of you who weren't reading then, a brief review. In '04 the i was working under significant pressure to migrate to a commodity database and cheaper Sun hardware from the IBM mainframe. The demands on the database were huge: we'd spent lots of time with the vendor discussing partitioning strategies and performance optimizations. The usual tricks did not apply; the requirements for updates, indexing, and recall were fairly significant. It was very stressful.
In early '05, we had major lay offs, and i was moved from software and system development to managing operations. My four system administrators were barely enough to cover the response to outages, much less design better systems for redundancy and improved uptime. I was on-call continuously to support them. The most stressful period of being on-call lasted through the end of 06. I'd say easily a year and a half of frequently interrupted sleep. A new parent may laugh at that. But there was something about the drain that comes from responding to crisis -- crashed hardware, database failures -- that was really wearing on me then. It wasn't routine: it was troubleshooting at 3 am.
I was reading
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysthymia yesterday, thanks to DABroots' musing, and recognized the sentence, "Some sufferers describe being under chronic stress. When treating diagnosed individuals, it is often difficult to tell whether they are under unusually high environmental stress or if the dysthymia causes them to be more psychologically stressed in a standard environment." There's also the note that, "At least three-quarters of patients with dysthymia also have a chronic physical illness." In a cognitive model that depends on analysis of cause and effect, the interrelationships here cause a great deal of frustration. The pronouncement i get from my mother and medical folks about some of my complaints is that, "It's due to stress." That's not exactly helpful particularly as i've addressed that with a variety of tools. Today, i look back and believe that the period of being on call was significantly stressful. My life today, not so much. Yet the blues, the physical symptoms, they all remain. I *feel* stressed.
I'm trying to moderate my hope about the elimination diet. Could there be some food chemical(s) that have stressed me since birth (parental anecdotes certainly describe a child very fussy and reactive), that i could remove from my diet and, Voila! be better? The hope is all caught up with a pessimistic expectation that this won't work. My current state of being burnt out feels like it has been with me forever (although i know i wasn't feeling burnt out this spring, that i was marveling at what i was able to do). I'm tired and blue, and tired of being tired and blue.