Monday, April 9, 2018

Why is the hold music at my psychiatrist’s office playing “Send in the Clowns”?

 Making my entrance again with my usual flair ...

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Sunday, April 8, 2018

Well, shit

When you get home from an amazingly awesome vacation and you set down your painstakingly-filled-by-your-mother container of bipolar meds divided into an entire week of morning and evening handfuls of pills and it slips and lands face-down on the carpet and pops open and basically her worst nightmare explodes right before your eyes ...
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Amantadine day 4

I’m back to having my normal amount of stand-up-and-immediately-have-to-squat-so-I-don’t-black-out episodes. But holy buckets they’re way mo...

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