When the cat's away . . . .
Tonight I dropped off my husband at the airport. For three days he will be on the other side of the country. He has been refraining from much travel since my last hospitalized manic episode last fall. I typically don't do well when he is out of town on business. Usually, a night he's gone equates to a first class ticket to drunkenville.
But, thank god, I am feeling differently now. I think that being on the Zyprexa allowed me to experience "rational thinking" for a change. All of a sudden, the idea of tequila shots first thing in the morning now no longer holds such attractive qualities.
So what will I do tonight? I still feel a bit of anxiety because I'm alone. But, I think I'll just read, relax, smoke pot, chat online with random people . . .the usual.
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4 comments:
hi. found your site whilst wandering through the nothing of the web. from one bipolar to another...i wish you well.
smoke pot? my consultant a pot smoker that used to tell me not to would not be happy with that lol
I found you whilst blundering around in the dark. I am waiting for a proper detailed psych assessment for the first time in my life that actually looks at ALL that's happened to me, not just a skewed view dictated by how the dr sees me "presenting". In the public library this morning I stumbled across a book on psychiatry I found highly depressing. I'm glad I found your blog though. Cannabis really really does not agree with me and I envy you for being able to relax with a simple innocent spliff. All the best to you ;->...
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