Category: medication

I’m Telling Everyone

Here’s an old joke that’s still one of my favorites: A man walks into a confessional Man: Forgive me father, I have sinned.Priest: Please tell me, what was your sin?Man: Last night I had sex with a pair of college coeds.Priest: Oh my, that is a great sin. When was your last confession?Man: I’ve never […]

My Drunks and My Nuts

I went to an A.A. meeting this morning. I’ve been sober for over 4 years but this was my first meeting in a long, long, long time. Did I mention it’s been a long time? Too long. It’s no exaggeration to say that A.A. saved my life. If I hadn’t gotten sober I never would […]

A Gain and A Loss

I’m still like a giddy school girl. California enacting marriage equality yesterday has me dancing and twirling. I’m acting so gay. Btw, folks. Please start calling it “marriage equality” and not “gay marriage”, unless we all decide to start referring to “straight marriage” as well. Oh hell, call it whatever you want, I’m just damned […]

Rub-A-Dub-Dub, How I Hate The Tub

For many, this will fall under the category of TMI, but I hate to bathe. As a teen, even when very depressed, I still spent 15 – 30 minutes in the shower. But now it’s hard to drag my ass in there. I’ve talked with people who say they have the same problem when they […]

Feeling Good but Staying Cool

Here’s typical pictures you’ll find on most drug ads and websites that explain dealing with major depression and bipolar disorder: Who wouldn’t be depressed after viewing pictures like these? It must be a conspiracy by the drug companies. Boy am I feeling great today! Our niece is back with us and probably will be for […]

Tremors

Californians really don’t think about earthquakes that much. Tremors occur every day, but most are too small to feel. The last one that Maurice and I felt was about two months ago. It threw us both up out of our chairs for a second but that was it. Not much. The only other one I […]

A Mellow Med Change

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. I hear many horror stories about people that hate their pdoc (slang for psychiatrist). I feel blessed because I adore mine. We work as a team rather than her just handing me pills. We actually laugh a lot. Definitely Not the stereotype of what you view a psychiatric session is […]

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