Of Helping and Hurting

14,763 Days Alive

4 Slices of Turkey Eaten

Well, I now have bursitis in both hips. So that… sucks. Heh. Thanksgiving was nice; we went to a community buffet dinner thing out on by a queer-friendly restaurant in town. And tomorrow will be nice to have off as well.

May your day tomorrow be lovely.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola

14,756 Days Alive

2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December

Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.

I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.

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Of Air Mattresses and Anticipation

14,754 Days Alive

6-ish Hours Until I Need To Drop Llama Off At the Airport

1 Goal List To Be Made Tomorrow

Still tired, in pain; but far less than yesterday and Sunday evening.

We have to be up and out the door by 0530 tomorrow. Ugh. I will be sad to see Llama go, but I hope she had fun this trip.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Root Beer and a Radio Show

14,742 Days Alive

2,606 Days Straight on Postmark Wonderland

2,182 Days in a Row on Duolingo (Esperanto and Spanish)

1 Amazing New Friend Met

This blog of mine went live in the immediate wake of my diagnosis as bipolar back in autumn of 2018. It is an online haven of my struggles, successes, trials, adventures, mishaps, and medical/therapudic experiences. It’s not for everyone, and that’s okay.

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