I’ve reached two milestones with bpnurse: this is my 200th post, and Sunday is the blog’s six-month anniversary. Go me!
I do have mixed feelings about this. In some ways, I’m frustrated because after six months, I only have 84 followers; but in another way it’s “Oh, cool! I have 84 followers!” It’s the same with likes, views, and comments; in some ways it’s disappointing, but then I’m also used to blogging for a well-known nursing website and getting thousands of views per post. And in the blogosphere, it can take a writer a year or more to get established and develop a following, so for someone with only six months in, I think I’m doing pretty well overall.
Besides, as I often remind myself, this is very much a niche-market kind of blog. There are a LOT of bipolar blogs out there, and truth be told, they are interesting mainly to bipolars and the people who love us. (Although I do let my psychiatrist read it.) I still want to be Natasha Tracy when I grow up—she’s the blogger with over 35,000 followers who writes for Healthline as well as maintaining two other blogs. But for now, I’m just happy that out of all the similar blogs out there, 84 people have chosen to follow mine, and some of them even mention bpnurse on their blogs.
I am also proud of the fact that yesterday I hosted Thanksgiving dinner for 14, when only a week ago I wanted to stick my head in the oven instead of the turkey! I even managed to do it without losing my marbles, and a good time was had by all. The food was all prepared from scratch by my oldest daughter and me, and it was delicious if I say so myself. I only fix this one big meal each year, so I do it up right from handmade stuffing to candied yams to the big bird itself…….and every year I’m thankful for the results. `urp`
At least my appetite has returned to normal and I actually have a limit as to how much I can eat. That insane hunger that comes along with taking Zyprexa is long gone, and while I can still overdo it, at least my stomach is no longer a bottomless pit that cries out to be stuffed every three or four hours! I was miserably full last night after dinner, but everybody eats themselves into a coma at Thanksgiving and I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about the Zyprexa weight until today. So what did I just eat? Turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie.
Ah, who am I kidding…..I’m not gonna worry about taking off the Zyprexa weight until Monday. Or until all the Thanksgiving leftovers are gone. Or until New Year’s. Whatever works!