I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just Bipolar

I seem to have one of those faces. The expression or softness that says, " I want to hear all about you, even though I don't know you from Adam." I stopped for gas the other day with my two kids in tow. They stayed in the van, with the windows rolled down, because it was at least 90 degrees.  So I slide my debit card, push the little button that says regular, and right about the time I started to pump gas, the attendant walks over.  "You need some help?"  Nope, I've got it, thank you.  So instead of walking away, he proceeds to tell me about the gas war going on with the gas stations nearby. I don't mind the chatter, so I tell him that gas was $2.50 in Florida last week (we just got back from vacation.). From that statement, he begins to tell me about the time he went to Florida and his family almost bought a watermelon. But, they didn't, because it was $3.00. So when they got home, they bought one at Food City instead, because it was only

Anyone on a long term med has probably had blood drawn every so often to check levels.  I  just so happen to be on a medication where the levels are very important. The results of the blood work determines if I need to up the dose or maintain. My drug just happens to be lithium. If you're not bipolar, it's a medication used to control mania (that's a whole other entry...). I hate with very part of my being, to take that dreaded order to the lab and get what I call "the look" from the phlebotomist. You see, I also suffer from severe anxiety, and when I'm out in situations that make me uncomfortable, I flip out.   But not in a way that you would think. I sweat.  And when I say sweat, I mean I'm  drenched in a matter of minutes. So here I stand, with the word LITHIUM, written across the piece of paper.  Knowing that the phlebotomist took one look at that and thought NUT, I start to sweat.  While I'm trying to collect myself, she hands me a cup and t

Hi!  My name is Bambi, and as you probably guessed from the title, I'm Bipolar.  I'm 37 years old, married, and have twin 10 year olds. Like anyone diagnosed with this disorder, I have my ups and downs. But also get myself into situations that are so unbelievable, it's hard not to write it down.  That's the purpose of this blog. I think we could all use a good laugh, and yes, even if it's at my expense. So enjoy and hopefully laugh along with me. Because life is too short to not to wear a smile every once in a while 😉