Posted on May 27, 2007 in Bipolar Disorder Uncertainty
The pill containers lay open. I heated a muffin in the microwave and thought that it would take ages for me to lay out the morning medications — two Effexor and a Cardizem. A hard prod from the forepart of my brain made me get the pill bottles and lay out the capsules — blue and green for the Cardizem and pink for the Effexor. Then I swallowed today’s dose with a little water. The whole operation was over in less than a minute.
You’re never sure, you’re never sure if this is the bipolar or another kind of sloth.
I cleaned the kitchen floor before we went on our vacation/delivery. Now I am checking out all the floors, getting down on my hands to scrub them or pick up scraps of paper in preparation for vacuuming.
[tags]bipolar disorder,sloth,depression,uncertainty,moods[/tags]
Posted on May 15, 2007 in Daily Life Uncertainty
Happy are those who get the metaphor.
Posted on October 21, 2006 in Depression Uncertainty
The shape is something like a chicken’s hip bone.
Posted on September 26, 2006 in Memory Poems Uncertainty
Unhappy memories
sidle up on these tepid September afternoons
Posted on July 5, 2006 in Psychotropics Uncertainty
A few things kept me out of blogging these last few days
Posted on June 8, 2006 in Uncertainty
Living in a sea of milk is an unpleasant thing. Warm and tight to the medulla, you idle into mental slothfulness and lose any spark of the coffee which will wake you to brilliance.
Posted on March 27, 2006 in Journals & Notebooks Uncertainty
I’ve been yapping a lot lately, even when there is no one else to hear.
Posted on March 26, 2006 in Mania Uncertainty
Bipolar disorder: you never know if you are riding a jet or a butterfly.
Posted on March 12, 2006 in Blogging Uncertainty
The comment machine runs slow, failing to emit the verfication keystrokes for several minutes a post.
Posted on March 12, 2006 in Mania Uncertainty
I had a raw, wholesome sleep, intervals of unconsciousness stacked atop one another like playing cards.
Posted on March 6, 2006 in Prose Arcana Satisfaction Uncertainty
The dead air just washes away.
Posted on November 16, 2005 in Mania Routine Uncertainty
I want to get home, take a xanax, and sit in a darkened room talking to friends. Which is what I do.