Coming back from the other side of Wonderland through words, crafts, and medication.
12,296 Days Alive
153 Days since Diagnosis of Bipolar 1
13 Major Life Events
I started this blog on Tuesday, 25th September 2018. It hasn’t been all that long. Well. Maybe it has? 153 days since my diagnosis. That is five months; that is twenty-two weeks as of today. It breaks down to 3670 some-odd hours, 220,350 minutes or so, or about 12,219,700 seconds. Again, give or take.
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12,290 Days Alive
6,561 Books to Read
6 Physical/Occupational Therapy Appointments Attended
1 New Purse
So. Physical and occupational therapy is completed. Open House is tomorrow at work. And I’ve been fighting a migraine since Monday afternoon. Ugh.
12,288 Days Alive
6,493 Books to Read
5 PT/OT Appointments Attended
1 New Purse Purchased
Today was a day in which I might have done too much.
12,282 Days Alive
6,477 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Sabrina Watched
2 Tacos Eaten
1 Cold Front Coming
So. I need to catch up. I’ve been doing great on #FlashFictionFebruary, but I am way behind in all of my reading challenges.
12,280 Days Alive
6,473 Books to Read
6 Roses Bought
4 Ultimate Oreos Eaten
2 Pieces of Garlic Bread Eaten
1 New Squishmallow Owl Plushie
Man. Today was rough. Not completely devastating or anything like that. But I went to bed at… ten? Eleven? I don’t even know.
12,277 Days Alive
2 Birthdays This Weekend
1 More Day Till the Weekend
I’ve made it through another day. I’m in pain and exhausted. I’m going to try to get to bed early.
12,276 Days Alive
6,464 Ebooks to Read
1 Bowl of Damned Delicious Soup Eaten
So. I made it through the day on about 90 minutes of sleep and six cups of coffee. I didn’t even stress vomit (though it was absolutely a near thing several times today). Physical therapy sucked physically but helped mentally.
12,274 Days Alive
6,448 Books To Read
3 Tacos Eaten
2 New Pairs Of Shoes
1 Physical Therapy Appointment Completed
Today was a rough day. I woke up with a squidge of a migraine, passed out in the marshmallow bean bag in the living room after my morning meds. And had my first physical therapy appointment today.
12,254 Days Alive
5,702 Books to Read
3 Loads of Laundry Done
2 Hours Slept
1 Very Grumpy Me
Question of the day: what do you use to help you get through the day after a rotten night’s sleep?
I’m exhausted to the point of pain. But I am also accomplished.
12,337 Days Alive
5,351 Books to Read
207 Book Reading Challenges To Pick From
6 Days Till the Next Adventure Starts!
5 Games of SkipBo Played
2 Days Left in 2019
>1 Day Till We See J and Bill6 and Give Them Their Belated Yule Gifts
We’re in the home stretch of 2018 here and I have never been so glad to see the back end of a year.
If I had to boil 2018 down and spit out a phrase, it would be “catastrophic amounts of change”.
2019 will be better.
I have to keep telling myself that.
Today was mostly spend struggling to get the hell out of bed.
I’m still having horrific nightmares and flashbacks every damn night. I’m perpetually exhausted. And I’m also stuck in mega fast forward. My entire body hurts. Every joint is in pain and finding a comfortable position sitting or lying down is near impossible. It makes me wish that my CBD pills weren’t $50 a bottle still. And if the visit to get my medical marijuana card wasn’t five times that it would be an option. But now I make less than $2k a month and have to be careful where I expend money.
The weather was nice, at least.
Fog choked skies and smattering of sunshine as my Darling Wife and I raced away from Downtown Tampa towards Deej’s home. Subway was the meal of choice and I heartily enjoyed the tuna salad bowl I got.
The incessant pain made today’s visit a little less fun. I couldn’t help but be uncomfortable but I tried to have fun anyway. We played SkipBo with Deej and their momma. It was fun. And I even won a round!
I’ve got to turn in for the night. My head is honestly killing me.
Take your meds, friends. And never be afraid to ask for help.
