… for a colorful metaphor.

*bows and grovels to the gods of spell check who make it possible for me to blog*

I have a list of like 20 things to do today. I don’t think they’ll get done.  I’m halfway hung over from the meds increase and halfway “stoned” still.  I feel like I have a football field between my ears.  I keep feeling nauseous from all the water I’m drinking to try to kill the dry mouth from the netherworld.  For the first time, in spite of the oddball side effects of the past weeks, I’m dreading taking the Lamictal tonight.  The unspoken chant of “it’ll pass it’ll pass it’ll pass” sounds dull in my mental ears.  Still, I know that the Trileptal did the same, and it’s worked well for me except for eating my stomach.  So apparently it’s hitting the right part of my brain.  Three days. I’ll give it three days.  If it doesn’t start letting up by then, the doc will have to be consulted. Right after I go back to the former dosage.  hehehe Oh ok, before.  Pleh.

Now let me see if I can figure out how to do any of the things on the list.

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