Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,784 Days Alive
33 Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies Baked Tonight
0 Spoons Left
If I get to sleep before two am, it will be a miracle. I’ve made cookies for the company potluck tomorrow. I’ve tried to go to bed early. It is just after eleven and I have been flipping over like an annoyed rotisserie chicken.
I’m just going to take an anti-anxiety med.
Take your meds, folks.
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.
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