Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Days Alive: 12,199
Days Worked This Week: 2
Words Left to Write: so many!
Things Planned Tomorrow: 3
To Do List: not too bad?
Holiday Decorations Hung: 29 angels, 2 wreaths, and a bunch of Christmas ornaments
Photo heavy post!
Man, I worked three days this week. My new work schedule runs Saturday to Friday, so it was Saturday, yesterday, and today.
Days alive: 12,191
Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 0
Words Left to Write: still 32,956
Rows Left in Shawl Main Segment: 17
I should be working on my NaNovel right now. But hell if I can get my brain to focus.
Days Alive: 12,184
Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 13,765
Words Left to Write: 36,235
Crochet Projects Left at Home: 1
New Things Learned: SO MANY
Phone Calls Answered: 12
Meals with Loved Ones: 2
I will make this brief as I am utterly exhausted. I’m still having trouble sleeping. Between body pain, insomnia, the unexpectedly large amount of walking I do at the new adventure, and various cats singing the song of their people at all hours of the night, I am beyond kaput.
Days alive: 12,156
Phone calls made at work: 51
Times I’ve had to fight the cat off the blanket I’m crocheting: 3
Times I’ve shared my post for witches: 4
Amount of terror I’m feeling: A LOT.
I did this to myself. I was like “let me write out a book of shadows or something for Mimi. She’ll like it, it’ll be quick and easy!”
Narrator: “Spoilers: it isn’t.”
Continue reading “Quills, Pills, and Cat Hair: Life as a Witch”
Days alive: 12,155
Words written: 2,045
Bright gold jacket bought: 1
Hours lipstick has stayed: 11 and counting
The orchids in the backyard is blooming something fierce. They’re a lovely color I am pretty sure my hair has been at some point.
It’s pretty. I need pretty things in my life right now. I’m feeling quite awful mentally. As to why I’m not quite sure.
Days alive: 12,148.8
Hours awake: 22 hours, 17 minutes.
As I was born in the wee hours of the morning, it hasn’t quite yet been another full day, I suppose.
I can’t sleep.
Not that much a shock, as I’m still adjusting to the new meds. I even spoke to the cute pharmacist today, to see his opinion on adjusting the timing. He agreed that taking it at the morning was likely best for me with how I’ve been reacting to it.
I think the worst part is the fear that’s is another manic episode. Because I’m running on scant hours of sleep and yet I’m not all that tired. I wake up obnoxiously awake, as my coworker enjoyed telling me today. I was too cheerful for Monday.
Meanwhile, my mind is literally screaming incoherently for hours on end and no amount of anti-anxiety meds seem to be of assistance. I can’t focus to save my life and all I want is a good night’s sleep and to be able to focus. Neither seems possible right now. But I have my follow up on the tenth and I’ll make it till then. It’s not like I’ve not gone a fortnight on seven hours of sleep before.
Days Alive: 12,142.
Pain Number: 4
Hours Slept: 4
Number of unnecessary notebooks purchased today: 1
Chicken nuggets eaten: 19 (I dropped one.)
Days Since Diagnosis: 0
I’m not doing great today. I’m not cheerful. I’m not well rested or ecstatic to be alive.
I got a diagnosis today that I hate. Not cancer. I guess I can be glad about that. And it’s likely the answer to the issues I’ve been having since I have been old enough to know I’ve had problems. Finally having a name possible name for the jabberwocky on my back is an interesting sensation.
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