So, about two months ago I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and the doctor prescribed me a new medication (on top of my other one) called Risperdal, an antipsychotic. It works great. I was happy to not be staying up until 3 am and thinking birds and inanimate objects were plotting against me and obsessively trying to prove that the "dx" at the end of an integral is the same thing as zero. But, contrary to the opinion of my therapist and psychiatrist, I'm done with the new meds now.
I've been feeling bipolar recently. Or detached. Or something. Like, my eyes feel tired as hell, I'm sore from doing a 5k, but I want to like, skip around or sing to some song playing really loud or something. I feel like one of those little kids in a home video, sitting there playing quietly with fascinated eyes before suddenly crying...then being comforted and squealing happily and throwing their arms around. Especially the throwing arms around part. I'm kinda rambling aren't I?
I'm just waiting to switch my laundry over before I go to bed. I only have 2 sets of scrubs and I have to clean them all the time. I am doing much better now. I go to bed at a reasonable time and eat food... get outside... I dunno, that stuff I wasn't doing before. Kay is back in town for the summer, then she is going back to school. I love her. I truly love her.