Saw my shrink this morning. My anti-psychotic (Risperdal) and my mood stabilizer (Topamax) dosages are being raised. I am a big crying dummy and have to go back in one week instead of two \’unless I will consider checking myself into a hospital\’. No. This was also recommended to me yesterday at my therapist\’s office. Lordisa, my past track record does not do my present much good.
Came home, took more Vioxx. My body feels like it has been pounded, which it was yesterday, so I suppose there cannot be any more of that for me. Funny how I never before tied in \”rough sex previous day, big pain following day\”. Never really thought about it before, guess I just took it for granted and ignored it. Well I am kind of tired of ignoring it, and when I add pain from sex to the pain from lack of sleep, sleeping funny on my hands, playing my bass (big no-no, I know, I am a bad girl–I should sell it), and exercise, I end up 5\’5\” of ache. Mmm, ache.
Talked to Jamie on the phone for an hour and felt infinitely better. Lord, I have not felt this good in more than a week–it is great. Got half of the backlogged e-mail and messages answered, put together dinner plans. Stuff.
Pittsburgh peeps in town this weekend. Awww yeah. Not to mention Grandmaster Flash at Buzz with Arlingtronica before that and other stuff and other things. And I am going back to Pittsburgh next weekend, I am pretty sure, which is going to make me feel either 20 times better or 20 times worse, and I am willing to take that chance.
And allow me to be the first to tell you: J MASCIS at the BLACK CAT in July. You know you want to.