Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,842 Days Alive
17 Rows of Sparrow’s Seaside Blanket Done So Far
1 Bad Brain Day
So. The doctor didn’t issue me a refill of my Lyrica so when I went to the pharmacy today to get it, it wasn’t ready. Thankfully, I’m not out yet, but it was worrisome.
Continue reading “Tuesday In a Tizzy”
12,800 Days Alive
83 Degrees Indoors at Work
1 Tired Me
I woke up fifteen times last night. I counted. I kept having nightmares. I don’t even remember what about other than I felt like I was drowning or suffocating. Repeatedly. I think the COVID crap is getting to me mentally.
Continue reading “Temperature Troubles”
12,795 Days Alive
$170 Spent
1 Vet Visit
I had to take off early for Spock’s veterinary visit this afternoon.
Continue reading “Worried on a Thursday”
12,796 Days Alive
3 Days Without AC at Work
It wasn’t as terrible today at work. It was warm but stayed under eighty in the office.
Wearing shorts helped, honestly.
Continue reading “Toasty Tuesday”
12,781 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Day Long Panic Attack
I’ve been having an anxiety attack pretty much since this morning. Tight chest, anxious but exhausted, the whole head pounding and neck tight bs. At least I was pretty sure it wasn’t a heart attack this time.
Continue reading “Monday Madness”
12,762 Days Alive
I didn’t end up going to the protest today with Cousin Kay for a multitude of reasons. One of which is I am afraid of dying from being tear gassed. I have pretty bad asthma, and I don’t want to suicide by cop. Also, it was storming most of the day.
Continue reading “Deluge and Disappointment”I can’t sleep. I feel wretched and I can’t get warm no matter how many cups of tea I drink.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 13”
Today is one of those days where I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try.
Ten to one odds, I’ll fall asleep after five am and wake up with my alarm, feeling like mildly microwaved death.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 12”
12,514 Days Alive
1 Slice of Pumpkin Pie Enjoyed
I had my first slice of pumpkin pie this evening! It is officially a wonderful Spooktober.
Continue reading “Pumpkin Pie and Painful Pastimes”
12,469 Days Alive
8,138 Books to Read
It’s one of those rare moments where I have the spoons to bust out the laptop, get some reviews written, and wait for the dryer to stop spinning.
Continue reading “Manic Monday”
12,455 Days Alive
8,135 Books to Read
I need more sleep. Or more rest. I can’t quite seem to sleep well.
12,368 Days Alive
7,745 Books to Read
7.5 On the Pain Scale
2 Episodes of Death in Paradise Watched
1 More Square Made
I’m having a really, really bad fatigue flare up. Flair up, flare up? The latter. Anyway. Brain fog, exhaustion, really short emotional fuse, and the like right now.
I feel like a bag of broken glass been dropped down a concrete stairwell.
Shattered.
12,366 Days Alive
7,720 Books to Read
1 Metaphoric Spoon Left
I’m still awake somehow. I got some sleep last night, but it feels like of no quality.
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