A friend of mine who also has bipolar disorder wrote this poem for me and gave it to me today.  Perfect, I say. Perfect.  Hum along. Read the rest of this entry » a2a_linkname="Ode to Lamictal"; a2a_linkurl="http://migrainechow.com/2008/10/06/ode-to-lamictal/"; Babbled by Immi. "Are you sure [...]Tags: bipolar, good thangs, meds, mental humor

.. so I figure I can beat up guys who run into my car like Rose in the insurance commercial. “Forgiveness? Here’s your forgiveness.” Whapwhapwhap. Read the rest of this entry » a2a_linkname="I now own a cane"; a2a_linkurl="http://migrainechow.com/2008/10/06/i-now-own-a-cane/"; Babbled by Immi. "Are you [...]Tags: bipolar, meds, mental humor

I am doing a lot better tonight. Yay! Mind: a bit on the weird-feeling side, but not feeling drunk/stoned/whatever. Dry-mouth: Livable with sugar-free gum or candy. Nausea: Just a little. Balance: Still weird, but that will pass. Penny smell: Almost gone. Bipolar weirdies: Ok so far, even sleeping better but not conking out on the [...]Tags: bipolar, meds

Mostly at myself.  At this crazy bipolar roller coaster, and at it’s best friend crazy meds roller coaster.   I’m feeling somewhat better today with the Lamictal than yesterday.  That means I’m only sort of drunk feeling, queasy, tired, can’t balance, and now am smelling non-existant pennies that I can’t get rid of.  This is better? [...]Tags: bipolar, meds, side-effects

The weirdies from the increased Lamictal aren’t as bad tonight.  Not to say I’m feeling perky. But I don’t feel like I’m going to croak of it. I also don’t feel so much like someone snuck in and stole all the liquid from my body and dumped cement in my sinuses and ears. A vast [...]Tags: bipolar, meds

.. that I was not like the others?  Birth?  Well, perhaps not that early. But my life was never like the others, and it didn’t take long for me to realize I was not like the others. TRIGGER AREA AHEAD  Abuse. Craziness. The beginning of the bipolar roller coaster. The root of C-PTSD. Yuk. Head off elsewhere [...]Tags: abuse, bipolar, child neglect, childhood sexual abuse, my life

She’s an artist. She has artistic temperment. This is normal for an artist. Errrr.  Yeah. To all of it. That’s what my mother said to the shrink who diagnosed me as bipolar.  She started it as a way of excusing the fact that I slept at extremely odd hours, my 36 to 72 hour day, and [...]Tags: bipolar, creativity, life management, mental illness, schedules