Bipolar disorder truly sucks when I’m sick. Errrrr… physically sick, that is. It’s interesting enough to try to keep my life in balance when I’m not hacking up a lung or bent over with gastritis, but when I am, it’s nearly impossible.

Yes, I’ve had a cold. A snot fest. A hack up a lung doozy. And it really did in my mental balance.

I actually thought of killing myself a few days ago. Not with any particular energy or intent. It just sounded like a sort of good idea not to feel like shit any more, ever. Cripes, that turn of mind hasn’t happened to me lately. I suppose that fits into depression. heh

I got into babble mode for a couple of days and hyper and things crawling under my skin, and so on. Not my idea of a fun hypomania.

I also discovered that with my current meds cocktail including Wellbutrin, if I take anything with dextromethorphan I lower my seizure threshold. I’m not sure I care. I mean, I’m also on two anti-convulsants. It seems unlikely I’d end up having a seizure.

Eat. Drink. Sleep. Drink. Rest. Drink. Eat. Drink. Repeat. I’m thoroughly tired of it all.

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