My Tummy Hurts :(
Well, my stomach is killing me again. I feel really bad this morning. If I actually had the time to take off, I wouldnt go to work. I would stay home and have a puke fest. Nice visual, huh.
My brain doesnt feel so great this morning either. Its a little wishy washy if that makes sense. I forgot my meds yesterday. Ive been taking them after lunch so that my stomach doesnt hurt, but a lot of good thats doing. Its probably just stress.
I think I may go to my moms tonight. I am not sure yet. I actually don�t have a meeting or class, which is a major event in my life these days. I have a meeting tomorrow, but that is it until Monday.
I have to turn in a project Monday and I am supposed to do a presentation (if he makes us do it, which he might this time). I am going crazy trying to come up with sources to support my problem statement for my thesis and its driving me insane. I have about 200 journal articles (seriously) and none of them come right out and say that my �problem� is a problem. Ugh. Damn it. Basically, I am reading 9 million things and am unable to use any of it for my project. I will be able to use a lot of them for info for my thesis, but nothing to support my stupid problem statement. I know no one really cares about this, but its pissing me off.
Anyway, nothing going on other than work, school, read, work, school, read, you get the idea. My moods seem fairly stable, other than alittle weirdness this morning and some paranoia. I think its because I missed my dosage yesterday. You wouldnt think 1 dosage would be that big of a deal. Oh well.
posted by Jil at 8:07 AM
2 Comments:
Eat more ginger?
3:13 PM
I was reading previously some of your entries about meds and the ultimate question: to take or not to take? I have been diagnosed bipolar for approximately a year and a half now but have know my whole life that it was always there. Right now I am struggling extremely conflicted about whether or not to take my meds. I have previously been on several and none have worked. For nearly four months I have been off of them and have never been more real. I was so fed up with all that was going on w/the meds that I just quit them. I was so tired and finally enough was enough. I feel more inventive, creative, and comfortable w/myself than ever before. Somehow everytime I am given a new prescription I feel like taking it would be destroying apart of myself. I feel as if I wouldn't be true. I know that my moods aren't perfect b/c they are far from. I battle them constantly but I am learning to deal. I just have a SERIOUS problem w/people telling me I have to have them. I can't stand it. I had a medical professional tell me that basically I would not graduate/complete college if I was not medicated. The assumptions of some people blow my mind. I embrace the fact I am bipolar and love the positive things it contributes to my life. I just thought I would respond to your past posts b/c yours is the first I have really seen on the subject. I don't know if you can relate but I just get so annoyed with psychiatry and the president of medicines are cure-alls? Sorry for taking up so much space but its nice to know that there are others who share my same concerns when dealing with a really personal issue.
10:13 PM
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