If you haven't yet read, So There's This Pharmacist, I'd encourage you to do so right now, just so you know exactly what we're dealing with here. On the last post in The Carol Series I told you that med pickup time was on Wednesday. Scott was aware that he was to pick up my … Continue reading I’d Rather Smoke Weed Than Deal With Carol
So I went to see my psychiatrist yesterday — finally. We've been doing the unavailable dance for over a month now. She's been rescheduling and I've been avoiding. I'm almost certain rescheduling is a professional's tool used as an avoidance technique though. I'm bringing that up during our next session. I was in the zone on … Continue reading Peep-Make-Believe at The Psychiatrist
So there's this pharmacist, we'll call her Carol — because her name is Carol. Carol has a way of making me feel like a junkie every time I call in to have my scripts refilled. Every. Fucking. Time. I have never seen Carol smile, not ever, but she has a sneer like you have never seen. The woman gives … Continue reading So There’s this Pharmacist…
One would imagine, me being Canadian, that having a Snow Day happens often and that they're an unexpected holiday where you cocoon all day into a magical white wonderland. I do live in snow country, Kamloops, British Columbia. Picture south central BC, where the two branches of the Thompson Rivers meet, a stunning sight. The … Continue reading A Snow Day? Dude, I live in Canada.
In the world of bipolar disorder, being stable for months can be a pretty awesome feat. My meds had been at the lowest dose possible--yay me! I was seeing my psychiatrist regularly, which is both infuriating and insightful, and practicing mindfulness daily. It sounds a lot easier than it really is. As a result, I … Continue reading A Bipolar Nemesis: Daylight Savings Time
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