Of Memories and Mouskewitz

14,765 Days Alive

33 Years Since I Hugged Fievel Mouskewitz

10+ Inches of Snow Fell in the Past 24 Hours

3+ Happy Crying Jags Today

1/2 Serving of Baked Beef and Bean Nachos

Trigger warning past this initial paragraph: physical child abuse. This first part is happy, I swear.

Well. Today’s the day! He arrived! I am so freaking gleeful. Mr Fievel Mousekewitz is in my arms as I type this. As above, I have broken down crying, hugging said 39 year-old stuffed animal, at least three times so far today. A dear friend, named here as Lois, gifted him to me. He is 22 inches tall, still has his hat, shirt, trousers, and tail! He’s new to me, but used to belong to someone named Corey. Thank you so, so, so much for taking good care of Fievel for me to enjoy now.

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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 Foil and Furniture

14,745 Days Alive

65 Hours, Give Or Take, Until Llama Arrives

4th Week of Diagnostic Coding for Medical Billing Starting Tomorrow

3 Chicken Teriyaki Foil Packets

Okay, this time I didn’t fall asleep without posting. I did however get completely sidetracked trying to put my room back together. Brian built the new desk I got off Amazon for me today. You know, the one I’ve been meaning to build for like three weeks now? That one.

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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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