Ugh. So I just LOVE having rapid cycling Bipolar Disorder. Yep. Love it. Because now I have moved into what the psychiatrist calls a ‘mixed state’ which translates as ‘don’t know if I’m going to be ok or burst into weepy tears’, and it’s very NOT fun. It’s the worst part of Bipolar, the mixed state, because it’s both mania and depression at once. It’s the most dangerous state. But I’m okay. Sort of. Just really tired and scattered.
And I’m so damn sick of my brain waking me up with useless chatter at 2:30 in the morning. I just want to sleep through the night so I can get up and concentrate on my school work like NORMAL people, you know? And get to classes and appointments without looking like a zombie and wanting to come home and collapse across the bed without even taking time to take my clothes or makeup off afterwards (it’s not pretty waking up crushed and with the remnants of mascara ground into the pillow.)
So I get to try some new med1cation tonight, yippee. The Very Helpful Psychiatrist reckons it will make me sleep. It’s a short term fix only. I said I don’t care I JUST WANT TO SLEEP AND BE NORMAL. The doctor asked if I wanted to go to hospital ‘just for a little while’ but I don’t want to. It’s such a hassle. I want my own stuff around me and my own ice packs and my own uncomfortable bed, not to mention Mr Beloved and Connie… I worry that if this med1cation doesn’t work that I might have to go but I’ll fight it all the damn way.
The lovely vet came over to see Connie today -we have to buy a rug for the bedroom floor and build some stairs for the bed, because at 8 years old poor Connie’s knees and back are starting to wear out from her constant exuberant jumping from the bed to the slippery floorboards and back up again. She also gets to have a yummy fishy powder supplement to help ease her joints – and if that’s not helping fast enough she goes back onto some meloxicam, poor little mite.
Tomorrow Mr Beloved gets his eyes tested and new spectacles organised; I did that last week and so should be picking up my new specs this week.
The black-ish pair is actually much darker in real life, if I remember rightly. Not so tortoiseshell-y. The red pair are that red. (Turned out my vision problems are mostly because I’m tired and stressed. What a surprise, right? At least it’s not the start of a brain tumor or anything horrible. Except for the persistent floater in my left eye which is just a damn floater and there is nothing to be done about it.)
And here’s a compare and contrast for you:
On the left: at the end of February; on the right (in winter plumage, but having lost some weight) at the end of July. Is university good for me? Perhaps.
I finally got an official result from last semester: I got an HD. High Distinction.
And my first piece of assessable work for this unit is due on the 13th and I already feel like I’m falling behind so if you’ll excuse me… I have some writing to do. And I have to read the first Harry Potter book again before Friday as homework and look at the way it is structured (yep, really.)