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This will be short, as I don't have a whole lot to say. I haven't had a good week. As you may know, I'm bipolar, and my psychopharmacologist (the shrink who prescribes, basically) changed up one of my meds last week. (I take quite a cocktail to stay on a semi-even keel, needless to say, as I'm Bipolar I, and it's... hard to stay stable.) Anway, it was a bad move on his part, and I took a nosedive and got very depressed and suicidal very fast. I couldn't sleep, then I slept too much, and back and forth, back and forth. To be completely honest, I took my first shower tonight in a week. A WEEK! I barely left the house, and I had to take the week off from homeschooling the kids. I finally called him and said "uncle," and he put me back on the old med. It's been a day, and I can already feel the difference. I'm on my way back up, thank GOD, and I know it'll be okay. So... that's pretty much how I've spent my week.

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Last Friday was my mother's birthday. She would have been 61, had she not died at the age of 33. As I'm 35 now, that once-far off age seems so surrealistically, impossibly, unfairly young. She was just a babe. It still blows my mind that she died, let alone so young.

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Friday was also our "second eleventh" anniversary. To explain, Hubs and I eloped on January 2nd, our "real" wedding anniversary, but we had a wedding in front of family, friends, and God on my mom's birthday. A very small wedding on the beach at sunset. I was barefoot - and pregnant! - by then. It was funny, because I thought I sent my husband flowers for Valentine's Day this year, and when they didn't come, I mentioned it to him. I'd never sent flowers to a man before, and he'd never been sent flowers before, so I thought I'd switch things up and take the pressure of him to be the one to, you know, spoil his lady on that Hallmark holiday. Heh. Well, when the flowers showed up on our sort-of anniversary, I was all, ohhhh yeah. Duh.

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Meh. I really don't have much else to say. This post is kind of a downer, huh? I'm sorry. Hopefully next week I'll be more upbeat and fun.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Fin.

Comments

[Smellyann]

My short hair isn't really new anymore! I'm growing it out now, so it's longer. ;)
 
~melanie

[Traci]

Oh man! What a job that psychopharmacologist has. I wouldn't be able to do it, I'm happy you were able to call and say "uncle"! Not a downer, but real life. Real life for everyone has it's ups and downs. I like that you sent your husband flowers. That's sweet. I'm sorry about your mom, I think about that stuff often. Preserving memories is so important, I'm glad you were able to get re-married on her birthday.

[Keetha]

Hey - - - where's that picture of you with the really new, really short hair do???? I wanna see it BIGGER than your avatar size!!!

[Wayne]

Congrats on the anniversary. Hope all goes well with the meds.

[Kay]

I prefer honest posts and your bad week does sound horrible. But you are past it and can look back on it. Good place to be!! I truly hope things can stay stable for you.

I almost had the guts to elope! My folks weren't going to let me marry my hubby before he left for Korea. I had to play hardball but they relented and I got married.

I am so sorry to hear about your mother. My goodness that is truly young!!!

[viridian61]

I too am sorry you had a tough week. When I was younger I didn't understand how important the right meds are - I thought they were a crutch. I know better now. good luck on next week.

[Andrea]

I'm sorry you had a bad week. I don't know tons about what bipolar means, but I do know how tricky and fast things can spiral down if the medication isn't just right.

Here's hoping next week is a much better one for you!

Happy Friday!

[Diane@BeStillaMinute]

Congrats on eleven years! Hope next week is happier for you! :)