Being sick sucks! Big-time! For us Bipolars or Depressed Persons, it can cause a resurgence in our mental health symptoms as well. For me, I tend to get very mental whenever I run a fever, losing all perspective and going straight to suicidality. Fortunately, this flu doesn’t feature a fever, or if it does, my daily dose of meloxicam (all day painkiller) is counter-acting it, because I haven’t gone completely mental, for which I am grateful. I have pretty much calmly accepted that all I can do is lay in bed, cough, blow out snot, and sleep. Not too much eating, maybe a light snack per day, and no coffee or light therapy. Just sleep. Knocked on your ass much? Why yes, yes I have been.
Because I am an asshole, I remember having a fleeting thought last week that “I wish I could get sick so that I could check out of life for a couple of days.” I KNOW!! Totally assholian!!! So, on the off chance, or the maybe-chance, or the probable-chance that I can create these things with my thoughts, let me state loud and proud a few more wishes that I’d like to bring into reality: 1. I wish I’d come into roughly one million dollars (Dr. Evil voice); 2. I wish I’d meet a hundilyicious hunkety-hunk of a man who fuckin’ LOVES me; 3. I wish I’d lose twenty five more pounds and keep it off. Not much, eh? I think these things can TOTALLY happen!
Well I feel like a new person, I just took a shower for the first time in….five days? I know, don’t judge. I was gross. I am off to make my famous fruit-and-veggie smoothie, the cornerstone of my healthy diet. Hey, let me know how the hell YOU are, eh? Peach to the outs, homies!