Friday, April 26, 2019

Whee!

My tardive dyskinesia—the permanent, involuntary-movement-causing neurological side effect of my bipolar meds—is firing on all cylinders tonight. I’m shaking and twitching and lurching like a sloppy drunk swatting mosquitos on a pogo stick during an earthquake right now. But my week’s obligations are over, I’m finally home, and I’m gonna find a quiet room where I can just go and WIGGLE.

Timber!

Seven years ago today—three years after leaving the hospital and just hours after taking the very first dose of yet another new bipolar med ...