“Plateau,” over at RealMental, hopefully self explanatory regarding my neglect to write here and to visit you and your own wonderful writing and sharing at your blogs.
Never fear, though. Unlike the Monty Python Dead Parrot, I’m not dead, merely resting.
Posted in Deep Thoughts, bipolar, links, meds, real mental
This week’s post, “Quick Fix,” is up.
Posted in bipolar, links, meds, real mental
Lamictal is my friend
good sleep, good mood.
I shall never leave you (again).
* * *
Crap, a real legal job offer.
At someplace I’d like.
Not too many hours.
* * *
Freelance piece on barbecue.
Tasty, fun. I really want
a salad.
A long-winded whinge (long-whinged?) about having to take pills, day in, day out, and a link to an excellent perspective on Bipolar Caregiving, over at Real Mental today.
Posted in bipolar, links, meds, real mental
An assortment of things in my head right now…
I am enjoying the new/old chair with the fancy upholstered seat my friend L. re-cycled to me after getting a new dining set. It’s just the right height and depth for sitting at the table with my legs up on the chair across from me, while I blog and write away.
Tulips are the lollipops of the flower world. Either that, or gerbera daisies. But tulips in Boston are blooming, and the yards are full of lollipops.
Water, Emergen-C, Yogi Tea’s peach detox tea, sports drink. Pee, rinse, repeat.
Downloaded the new NIN album, free online at their site. It’s awesome– I lurve Trent Reznor.
The lady at the grocery store with the screaming, ear-infected infant who took time out of her busy day to castigate me for my made-in-China chinese mary janes, decorated with cute neon buttons by little old moi, didn’t like it when I asked her back, “do you understand the carbon impact of bringing another human into the world?” I like kids, really, but when you’re toting yours in a $1000 stroller? Holier-than-thou 0– sarcasm 1.
Had a wonderful massage last night with lots of lymph drainage work. I am a snotty mess this morning, but I feel worlds better on the withdrawal end of things. Almost like myself, just with a toxin-release-induced cold. I’ll take it. Why isn’t massage prescribed for every bipolar in drug toxicity withdrawal? It should be a standard of care. I will ask my doctor Friday.
Posted in Clutter, Uncategorized, bipolar, crank, good things, links, medicine, meds, music, sparkly
