This could be a very bad sign: I couldn't fall asleep until 2:00 am this morning and was up at 7:00 am despite 600 mg of Seroquel and 2500 mg of Depakote. I usually maintain good sleep discipline: 10:30 pm to 6:30 am. I don't know if taking up the smokes again effected my sleep or the fact that I forgot to take my Cymbalta yesterday morning and took it at 5:00 pm had something to do with it. In any event, when I don't sleep it's something I need to watch because I may be sliding into mania. I don't feel manic, though I don't usually recognize it too early because I enjoy the lifting of the depression and the elation of hypomania.
Anyhow, I've got a full day for a Sunday: I've got to feed and walk the dogs in single digit temps, finish some painting at my mom's condo, go to the library and exchange some books, do work on a research project, put together a proposal for another project, spend some time with a sponsee, and go to a meeting. That should pretty much fill up the day I think. And, no matter how offensive some may take this: I couldn't care less about the superbowl - what a waste of time.
Sleepy,
Dr. K
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2 comments:
Next time you can't sleep give me a call and I'll come over and knock your lights out with a baseball bat, you prick.
It's the ocean running in our veins.
It's the salt that's in our tears.
And we could've come so very far.
In at least as many years.
Take the highway to the great divide.
Nice Ted, very nice.
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