Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,460 Days Alive
1,920 Days Straight on Duolingo
12 Ham and Cheddar Hawaiian Roll Slider Sandwiches Made
1 Bottle of Crème Bleach Used
I colored my hair tonight. A sacrifice to the mental health gods.
Continue reading “Of Hair Color and Ham”
14,459 Days Alive
I made lo mein and pot stickers for dinner this evening. Both from frozen but it was delicious, if not really enough food. But now I want to make lo mein from scratch.
Continue reading “Of Lo Mein and Luck”
14,458 Days Alive
3 American-Style Tacos Eaten for Dinner
Not much to report today.
Continue reading “Of Mexican-ish and Mondays”
14,457 Days Alive
2,312 Days of Blogging in a Row
4 Small Slices of Pizza Eaten
3rd Time Restarting J’s En Voyage Shawl
I’m out of the metaphorical spoons today, so only knives are left.
Continue reading “Of Knitting and Knives”Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
I haven’t been to Lake Michigan yet. At all. Pretty much ever.
14,455 Days Alive
5 Years Divorced as of 23rd April of This Year
2nd Place in Tonight’s Magic: The Gathering Game
1.5 Years Since Mom Died
1 Chocolate Coke Float Imbibed
I’m not doing great tonight. In the last few days, a bunch of people have brought up my ex-wife in conversation. It happened again today.
Continue reading “Of Existencial Dread and Ex-Wives”
14,454 Days Alive
Mentally, I’m that chicken from Moana right now. Head empty, no thoughts, feed me or I’ll scream.
Take your meds, folks.
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
My poor baby Spock, if I could make him understand one thing, it would be that the daily shots are to help him not hurt him. He’s diabetic. I think he knows because he waits for the injection as he’s eating.
And I don’t worry that he somehow doesn’t know that I love him. I’ve had him fourteen years. He knows he’s loved. He knows he’s his Mama’s lovebug.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
I’m named for Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt.
14,451 Days Alive
Woke up at one am last night with food poisoning from the burger place I went to. Was not okay most of the day. Fell asleep after work watching Howl’s Moving Castle.
Now it’s back to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
What makes a good leader?
What makes a good leader is good communication skills, both speaking and listening, compassion, and dedication.
14,449 Days Alive
2 Retinas Called Pretty by the Eye Doctor
My eye doctor is a very strange woman. In our appointment, she told me how her first grandson, born a month ago, is named for Doc Holiday, told me I have a “cute freckle” in both eyes, complimented my “pretty retinas”, and congratulated me on getting me eye pressure lower.
It was a weird morning.
Continue reading “Of Dilation and Dungeon Crawls”
14,448 Days Alive
47 Minutes Spent in Therapy
2 Social Events this Weekend
1 Ophthalmologist Appointment Tomorrow Morning
What does it mean when you’re craving a Granny Smith apple? Probably some weird vitamin deficiency.
Continue reading “Of Grilled Cheese and Green Apples”
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