On Monday night I took a 300er and a 300 rather than a 150.
I was feeling desperate. Tuesday I woke up from a good dream. These are so rare.
I was happily participating in the Olympics and so was K. It was like waking up
being able to breath for the first time. The day got better when I found out
that I wasn’t a drunken fuck-up on Saturday night even though I still don’t
remember 6 hours. Add in some good news that my trainer can teach me to swim as
soon as I get a bathing suit and I was on my way to a good day by 11a. Much of
the rest of the day was spent with my sister and that completed it. I was at a
perfect 5.
Today is Wednesday, day 2 of taking 300x2, day 2 of good
dreams, and I’m tipping a little towards 6 right now. Please don’t think I’m
implying that my self-adjustment to my medication is what is causing this. I
know that it takes time for medication change to be seen in moods. Just trying
to record the facts as well as I can in a rambling narrative that no one reads.
Tipping into 6 has started my mind on all of the projects
that
(I get distracted and don’t even finish a sentence and
forget to post)
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