5,143.
That is how many books I have on my Kindle between Unlimited, the library’s ebooks, Bookbub, Fussy Librarian, combing through all of the free ebooks on Amazon, and my purchased or gifted ebooks.
Low on Spoons: have some maths!
Tag: Happy Friday Jr.
Sorting Through
Days Alive: 12,221
Rooms Cleared: 1
Old Belongings Found: a bunch
Days Left in Austin: 2.5
Nails Chipped: 7 lol
Streak on Duolingo: 23 days
Loads of Laundry Done: 2
My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.
Catch-Up, Cooking, and Commiseration
Days Alive: 12,207
Sweet Potatoes Diced: 4
Steps Walked: 3,918
Hours Slept: 2.5
Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 20
Tramadol Taken: 1
Cats Betrayed By Not Sharing Any Chicken Nuggets At All With Them Because I Am a Mean, Mean Mama Who Doesn’t Share Human Food: 3
Things I Forgot Today: 3
I’ve been kinda half-adding posts lately because I’ve just been out of spoons.
Reminder to self: write the damn post on Spoon Theory.
So, I’m exhausted, but I have a cute lady next to me (my Darling Wife), two cats resting on me (butt warmer and foot warmer, respectively), and the prep work done for the potluck tomorrow.
Thanksgiving 2018
Days Alive: 12,200
Today was the first holiday, the first Thanksgiving since my grandfather passed away.
It was a bittersweet but lovely day.
Toads Tonight
Days Alive:12,193
Hop toads: 1
Number of Photos Said Hop Toad Posed for When Asked: 3
Endometrial Polyp Being an Jerk: 1
Cats Whining at 11 Volume: 1 (Spock)
Paper Angels Made: 30
Days Since I’ve Touched my NaNovel: uh… four? Five?
Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 10
Words I’m Planning to Write this Weekend: 15k
Anyone who gets squicked out or triggered by talk of toads, menstruation, homelessness, or super bad insomnia, get thee hence.
You have been warned.
Tired Thursday
Out of spoons. Headache. Have some pictures.
See you tomorrow. ❤️
A Down Day in Brain Land
Days alive: 12,172
Months since diagnosis as Bipolar 1: 1
Crochet projects started: 1
Outstanding unfinished projects: at least 6
Days till NaNoWriMo: 6 and counting!
Siblings spoken to today: 3
I’m having a terrible brain day. Continue reading “A Down Day in Brain Land”
Early to Rise
Days alive: 12,172
Days till NaNoWriMo: 6 and counting
Cats asleep on me right now: all 3
Months since diagnosis as Bipolar 1: 1
Hours slept: less than 4.5
It has officially been one month since my diagnosis as having bipolar one disorder.
I still hate it. Continue reading “Early to Rise”
Disappointment, Disturbed Dreams, and Decaf
Days Alive: 12,165
Hours slept: 4.5
Hours awake: 7 and counting.
Ebooks to read: 4,289 and counting
I’ve been awake since five, and woke up initially at two am. It’s been a fight to sleep lately. It’s been a fight to exist in general lately. Continue reading “Disappointment, Disturbed Dreams, and Decaf”
Sleep Depo Hell
Days alive: no clue.
Hours awake: lost count.
I still have barely slept. I think my total is less than six hours for this week. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m so tired my chest aches like I’ve gotten into a bar fight and lost-badly.
I feel like the terrible ice cream cone that’s melting faster than anyone can eat it. Like I’m just dissolving into a pile of useless, colorful goo.
It me.I’m trying to power through. I’m trying to keep going. But I also called my doctor for help because I absolutely can’t continue like this.
Pray for me, and pray that sleep is no longer an evasive bastard.
Edit: typos fixed. I think?
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