So I am in Helen, GA, about two and a half hours from Chattanooga. I didn’t freak out on the drive here, even though I am often so nervous and jittery when I take a road trip. The last thirty minutes of the drive were coming up a windy windy mountain road and I would have felt sicky sicky if it had gone on much longer.
But, though I am in such awful shape, walking around has been fine. I just have to not overdo. I don’t want a big fibro mess when I get back home. But my mind seems to be in good shape, which I hope means I won’t crash after the trip. Sometimes, as I’m sure many of you bipolars know, when a good thing is over the letdown can be awful. I generally felt this way after each school year was over. Or after a big reading/event. Or after a trip. Or after a really really good thing happens. I have a harder time with really good things happening, joyful things, than I do with bad things.
Now that I’m not working I to need to get into a regular routine and I am by the gods going to do that. For sanity and body’s sake.
So. So far so good. Tonight we are going to the Ocktober Festival and will downing some beers. Just have to be sure I don’t overdrink so I won’t feel like ass tomorrow.
So here’s to a good bipolar day for all of us.