I woke to clouds, but they're beginning to clear and the cold October sun is shining. It's a windy day, currently 48˚F here in Providence. I have a photo from two days ago. Today doesn't look that different. A portrait of the death of a year, from my office window, 2:55 p.m.
My psychiatrist is putting me back on Lamictal. The bipolar symptoms are back, and the lows are just too low. I shouldn't have stopped taking it, back in July, but it fucks up my stomach and makes my hands shake.
Today, I'm going to try to start something new for Sirenia Digest #130. Maybe something Halloween. Maybe not. But I need to get the digest together now, so that I can spend November working on NOTHING AT ALL BUT THE NEXT NEW NOVEL, for fuck's sake. Please.
Bob the Drag Queen is a righteous broad.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
My psychiatrist is putting me back on Lamictal. The bipolar symptoms are back, and the lows are just too low. I shouldn't have stopped taking it, back in July, but it fucks up my stomach and makes my hands shake.
Today, I'm going to try to start something new for Sirenia Digest #130. Maybe something Halloween. Maybe not. But I need to get the digest together now, so that I can spend November working on NOTHING AT ALL BUT THE NEXT NEW NOVEL, for fuck's sake. Please.
Bob the Drag Queen is a righteous broad.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
- Current Location:Providence, RI
- Current Mood:ugh
- Current Music:Bon Iver, "For Emma"
Comments
That's a beautiful photo.
Good luck with the Lamictal.
Good luck with medication roulette. I only have major depression, but I do understand the evil of side effects.
I've been sick all my life. What would I be like without mental illness? Or Goldenhar? Or both? Some fantasies are beyond my imagination.
Oh honey I feel for you.