When I hear the ubiquitous talk about how social media is bringing an end to the connectivity between people and how much it is isolating all of us, I think about how this has not been the case for me. In fact, without the ability to connect in this particular way (not by phone and not by letter and not in person) has allowed me to have contact with friends even when I am at my least friendly. On days that I could scarcely get out of bed and certainly could not be bothered to take a shower or run a comb through my hair, there was a chance that I might check email or social media or chat with a friend. There was almost no chance that I would go anywhere to be with people. And very little chance that I will pick up the phone (either to call people or to answer when they called.) Although, when I was not answering the phone or listening to my messages, I would look to see who had called (caller ID) and think, "Oh, how nice. They're thinking of me." I had acupuncture today. I have been going twice a week for a while. I should probably note when this started. I can check. Don't worry: this is not an acupuncturist who will try to convince me to go off my meds. Spent time with a friend. In general did not feel panicky. I think two days in a row when I haven't felt off is what made me think that maybe I don't have bipolar and everything is fine. Because it's starting to seem like everything is fine. How cool is that? I have a dream that by the time August rolls around (the anniversary of my diagnosis) I will have a combination of meds figured out and be able to start the school year on an even keel. Dream on, I know. But still... Equatorial Actions: took meds: 450mg bupropion, 200mg lamotrigine, 450mg lithium Also xiao yao wan (Called "free and easy wanderer" in English) prescribed by TCM doctor spent time in garden spent time with friend helped daughter acquire pet caterpillar named "shooting star" Grateful Crap: daughter singing a song to her caterpillar friend including these lyrics - If you flutter back to me, it will be my honor... Bipolar Alphabet: F is for future Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |