Oh. We got me a new TV. And raspberries. And I didn’t get the Saturday disease but I almost did in the evening.
I didn’t take Trazadone Friday night or Saturday night. And I dreamed. Saturday morning was okay. This morning not so great. I had the Gone Girl fuck ups and read my Book of Common Prayer (hereafter known as BCP) and then read a bit of Paul which is always maddening and finished Lamott’s Help Thanks Wow and we went to church and I came home and wanted to work but really just slept even though the sky was astonishing.
Our priest preached about The Biggest Loser and such other such shit which sucked all hollow. But the great adult but boy’s choir tenor did a solo and it got me I looked across and saw Kristina during communion oh my God we’re a family God is here and I cried and couldn’t sing the best hymn at the end because I couldn’t see the words through my tears and the dim light and bad eyes and the whole thing got me the mother cat grabbed me up by my throat and gave me a good hard shake. Church was good.
As you were.
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have gained eight pounds, probably because of sugar crave rush crash cram but maybe because of Lithium
BP lower, mostly, but still not stable
mood good, in spite of tough therapy session
did not go to pool at all last week
hip pain blah blah Sunday and Monday of last week so bad I missed EFM
then wrists fucked up had to brace them but made it to workshop
no changes in medication, except for no Trazadone the last two nights