The cat decided to wake me up a full hour and fifteen minutes early. I dread to think how annoying this will be when my schedule changes in a few weeks. The upside? Time to blog, which I’ve been meaning to do for a while now.
So what’s new in my world? Not much other than the crushing oppression of debt. Student loans (yes, still), car payment, credit cards. You name it, I’ve got it. Paying a grand a month for rent in this economy is tough. All my monetary issues will be solved after I win the lottery tonight, so all is well.
In all seriousness, I either need to get a roommate or find a side job. Violet and I are trying to be thriftier but it’s hard. I also need to have a garage sale to get rid of some stuff I don’t use. With how tired I’ve been, envisioning working another job is difficult. Dragging furniture out to sell in the parking lot seems even more far-fetched.
But there is potential for a roommate, so that’s good. It would help a great deal at this point. Also, my kiddo has confessed that she is lonely when I’m not here. Which breaks my heart a bit but can’t be helped.
And that means I get to stay at my present gig, which I have learned to love. It’s not my company’s fault that one drug company has a stranglehold on my necessary medication. The benefits otherwise have proven particularly beneficial, especially now that I am seeing an actual psychiatric provider.
Together, the shrink and I figured out that I do in fact have the genuine bipolar disorder. This is mostly due to the reaction I have to SSRIs by themselves. Prozac kept me up for days, Zoloft did the same and had the added benefit of making me suicidal. This plus the wackadoodle sleep pattern equals Bipolar I. And the OCD was a given.
But as far as the other diagnoses go, I am working on social anxiety and the GAD. I’m getting better and I even kind of enjoy my commute to work, which is a miracle. There are some local events I’m starting to go to and I even occasionally talk to the other people at work (crazy, I know).
So all is well in la-la land at present. Speaking of la leads me to think of singing and upcoming auditions for musicals. Violet and I have decided that we hate Cats, save the signature song from said musical. Next, we shall try Mamma Mia and see how that goes.
And now it’s time to get ready for work. But I leave you with the song that annoyed Violet the worst…