Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,077 Days Alive
27 Chapters Outlined
6 BBQ Sauces Tried
1 Exhausted Theodora
I am so tired. I’ve been awake since… seven? Or so. I was up late chatting with a friend who’s grandfather passed yesterday.
Continue reading “Of Brain Fog and BBQ”
13,076 Days Alive
4 Slices of Supreme Pizza Eaten
1.5 Margaritas Consumed
Man, today was one for the books. A lot went wrong at work. No power outages, but we found some issues that were super screwed up. Just… I’m glad my day is over.
Continue reading “Of Mistakes and Margaritas”
13,075 Days Alive
I bought a burgundy power suit today. For only $34, plus shipping.
Continue reading “Of Scary Things and Suits”
13,068 Days Alive
Fen made these delicious bacon-topped burgers for us tonight. They were delicious with a small salad and some sweet potato fries.
Continue reading “Of Burgers and Burnout”
13,059 Days Alive
I’ve got a killer diller headache tonight. I’ve tried water, caffeine, chocolate, and NSAIDs. Ugh. I hope it doesn’t turn into a migraine. I’ve got stuff to do this weekend.
Continue reading “Of Coraline and Chocolate”
13,048 Days Alive
1.15 Miles Walked
Reffie and I went to the Van Gogh Experience at The Dalí Museum in St. Petersburg today. I was moved to literal tears, at one point. Not by the images themselves, but by the words. His words; his own struggles and emotions in his own hand.
Continue reading “Of Emotion and Experience”
13,047 Days Alive
1 New Project on the Hook
My friend Alex is currently gestating. She’s due sometime in May, I believe. But the baby shower is in about four weeks. So I have that long to make an heirloom, bespelled blanket for the Shiny little one she and her husband are expecting.
Continue reading “Of Books and Baby Blankets”
13,038 Days Alive
560 Day Streak on Duolingo
I’d metaphorically kill for a good Granny Smith Apple and some caramel or peanut butter. Or some grapes and cheese. Just… charcuterie fixing in general seem to be the craving. That and murder shows.
Continue reading “Of Manzanas and Murder”
13,033 Days Alive
3 Cookie Dough Flautas Eaten
2 New Prescriptions
1 Long Day
My arm still hurts like the dickens from my COVID vaccination. But I’m not noticing any ill effects from it otherwise. Except being more tired than usual, but that would be lack of sleep.
Continue reading “Of Prescriptions and Princesses”
13,032 Days Alive
I went to bed over an hour ago. I’m still not asleep. I know I’m tired. I even took meds to sleep. My arm is a little sore from where they gave me my second Covid vaccine shot.
Continue reading “Of Shots and Sleeping”
13,031 Days Alive
I had my meds doctor appointment today. I was honest about how much I’m struggling and how suicidal I am.
Continue reading “Of Tears and Tacos”
13,022 Days Alive
Fair warning: heavy topics hereafter: it has been brought to my attention that being actively suicidal means my meds aren’t working. I thought it was something wrong with me. I’m not unhappy, per se, at least not more than usual. I mean, I’ve even had some good days recently.
Continue reading “Of Appointments and Apathy”
13,018 Days Alive
3 Days of Migraine
1 Nauseous Me
I left work early today. I didn’t throw up in the trash can at work again, but it was a near thing. I did end up pain-puking when I got home and knocked out after a second dose of imatrex for almost three hours today.
Continue reading “Of Nausea and Nachos”
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