Archive for the “days of a weird life” CategorySome days need lotsa fire put out. Some don’t. Depends on how much the various garbage in my head is chowing on the brain.
I feel sort of like I have my head up my butt half the time. The other half I feel fairly invinceable. Shall we call this ultra rapid cycling or shall we just call it plain old emotional ambivalence or maybe prednisone weirdness? I choose B. I can always go for the others if B [...]
Nov
19
2008
 
I don’t want to write this postPosted by: Immi in 3 alarm fire days, addiction, bipolar, mental illness
Nov
18
2008
Psychiatric patient staggers around house insisting she can’t breathePosted by: Immi in bipolar, days of a weird life, meds, mental illness
Yep, that was me late last night. In spite of the fact that I obviously could breathe well enough to stagger around and talk incessantly about it. I was terrified I was going to stop breathing because of an asthma attack earlier in the day and this stupid cough. I even check with my peak [...]
Twice, actually, since a couple folks asked, but luckily I got over it.
Unfortunately for ex number one, I married him in a fit of mania. Bipolar strikes again. Talk about a recipe for disaster. I divorced him in a fit of severe depression. All in all, he’s probably better off since I didn’t get correct [...]
Nov
07
2008
What happens if you add this to the bipolar meds?Posted by: Immi in 2 alarm fire day, bipolar, meds
Well, I guess we’ll see. When the new nurse called my name at the doctor’s office today, I stood up and immediately fell into another of those hacking up a lung fits that makes me see stars and pee in my pants. She told me to take my time, then smiled kindly and said, [...]
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Immi taps her way towards the voting precinct, cane in time with her shuffle. She sees men in suits with sheaves of blue paper lurking just beyond the “no campaigning” line. Immi muses to self that humans believe line drawn in sand is created just to be crossed.
Man with largest sheaf of blue paper starts to [...]
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