Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,807 Days Alive
I’m out of metaphoric spoons, so this will be brief. I’m experiencing a really bad fibro flare up. My entire right side aches like a bitch from head to toe.
I’m going to bed early, tonight, after working a bit more on Cousin Kay’s blanket.
Take your meds, folks.
12,686 Days Alive
1 Book Being Read
I have no spoons tonight. I want to read more of The Rules of Magic, but I’m so tired. I am just going to go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,669 Days Alive
I still have a headache.
I’m still anxious about therapy tomorrow.
I’m going to bed.
12,515 Days Alive
Nothing really to report today. I took a shower and made a thing for a dear friend. And now I’m going to bed.
12,501 Days Alive
I am thoroughly exhausted despite my attempts at a good night’s rest last night. I am crawling into bed and sleeping for as long as possible.
Take your meds, folks.
12,488 Days Alive
I went out today to get some writing done. I was less successful on that end, but had some positive things happen anyway.
Continue reading “Simple, Social Saturday”
12,479 Days Alive
While I was on holiday with my Darling Wife in June, I talked about my top five coping mechanisms. I have many, as I need many, but one may surprise you: napping.
Continue reading “Thoroughly Exhausted Thursday”
12,396 Days Alive
I’m so glad it’s Thursday. Tomorrow is payday, which I’m also thankful for. And I’m thankful I can crawl into bed in about 20 minutes. I’m thankful for Sara who gave me an early birthday gift that included little Strigi the golden owl. I’m grateful my coworkers were bittersweet about my leaving next Friday for my new job.
I’ll miss them, but I’m thankful for the new adventure.
I’m thankful for my wife and Tink. For my friends like J, Bill6, Themis and Jay, Vera, DW, and Leo. For my godfather and my Chosen Family. My clan, such as it were. I’m thankful for my family who have been remarkable in my time of need when Daddy passed.
Take your meds, folks. Even when you don’t want to take them.
12,389 Days Alive
8,029 Ebooks to Read
18 Hours Awake
I’m punchy as hell right now. And I have the hiccups.
A lot of the secondary things I do outside of work are much harder or downright impossible without computer access.
It is very frustrating.
I’m not in a great brain space, so I’m just going to go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,387 Days Alive
8,010 Ebooks to Read
181 Books Left to Read for #200Books in 2019
I’m more than a bit behind in my reading for the year. I’m sure I’ll catch up a bit whilst on holiday next month.
12,386 Days Alive
7,984 Ebooks to Read
1 Mild Headache
I’m physically, mentally, emotionally, and fiscally wiped out by the last week. I’m glad it’s a new week.
12,370 Days Alive
8 on the Pain Scale
1 Bag of Donations
I went through every article of clothing I own after work today. I have regrets in that I was already in pain before I began and now my body is screaming at me for my hubris.
