Hodgepodge, Second Edition

Let’s see how this post turns out. A lot has been going on over the past couple of weeks and I don’t know if I can pack it all into a single coherent piece. But I’ll try. First of all, my birthday was last Friday. I’m 59. Only fifty-one weeks left until I hit theContinue reading “Hodgepodge, Second Edition”

The Merry Widow

It almost seems disloyal to title a post this way, but I think Will would understand: I’m really enjoying life these days. Part of it is anticipating the trip that’s coming up in nine days, 22 hours and 48 minutes (but who’s counting, right?); I’ve also been bitten by the Christmas bug. The holiday itselfContinue reading “The Merry Widow”

The Chicken Or The Egg?

Of all the things I’ve ever lost, I miss my mind the most. Seriously. My short-term memory is virtually non-existent nowadays, and it’s supremely frustrating. I can quote you the lyrics from a song that came out in 1975, but I can’t remember what I ate for lunch this afternoon…or even if I ate lunchContinue reading “The Chicken Or The Egg?”

Note To Self…

…Never feel so great that you think you can skip your nighttime meds and not suffer the consequences. Yes, I was “up” last week. Yes, it made me want to try going without meds to see what it would be like. And yes, I was awake all night long and felt like I was going to freak the righteous hellContinue reading “Note To Self…”

Five Years

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my bipolar diagnosis. In some ways it seems like yesterday, while at the same time it’s like it happened half a lifetime ago. I’ll never forget how I felt when Dr. Awesomesauce pronounced the words that changed my life forever. “I’m diagnosing you with bipolar disorder not otherwise specified,” heContinue reading “Five Years”

Valentine’s Day: The Struggle Is Real

I’ve never really liked Valentine’s Day. I’ve long suspected that it’s a fake holiday invented to fatten the wallets of the CEOs of the chocolate and florist industries, so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Will, on the other hand, always bought me a card and roses, and in good years we went out forContinue reading “Valentine’s Day: The Struggle Is Real”