So thankfully my psychiatrist values sleep very highly, so he pulled me out of group today to see me. I explained that I hadn't slept in 2 days and he told me to double my bipolar meds. I'm a little nervous about this for a few reasons.
1. As I said last night (this morning), this stuff knocks me out, son. If I take it at 6, I can barely keep my eyes open after 9. I'm sacked out by 10.
2. Waking up in the morning is gonna be rough.
3. It isn't cheap.
So, in light of number one, if you see my name on the caller ID tonight, if you love me, do not pick up the phone. I cannot guarantee I won't be doing any drunk dialing tonight, if I'm conscious. I don't know how the extra dosage will counteract the mania caused by the anti-depressants. My friend Nicole has received a cough syrup drunk dial from me and still mocks me from time to time. If you love me, don't pick up the phone.
I'm feeling much more positive right now (could be the Adderall, which is the best drug ever) than I was during my last post. My psychiatrist listens to me, and hears me, and I trust him. My mom actually knows the guy professionally and has said he's one of the best in the state. If he says doubling the bipolar meds will help, then doubling the bipolar meds will help. Dig?
Also on the treatment front, I have hit a plateau in my weight loss. I feel comfortable saying I'VE LOST TWENTY POUNDS BAM!!!! but I've stopped there for a solid week and a half. The nutritionist was all "are you exercising?" and I was all "does journaling count" and she was all "yeah, time to start exercising." So, I will. I've set a goal for twice a week, which may sound lame, but it's a whole lot more than I've been doing.
And while Ace was sitting on the potty earlier, right before he pooped on the potty for the second time ever, he congratulated me for farting. "Yaaaay, dat's a good fart, mama!" He clapped, too. I love him.
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