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Ain’t nothing like pretty boys with southern accents

Up at fuckin 3:45 am because my upper back hurts so badly. Gotta get ready for work in 45 min but the Tylenol is not doing anything

I was at the dentist today, and of course, as soon as I lied down for my fillings, my fuckin TD kicked in. And I felt like Michael Jackson in the Thriller music video, with my unnecessary muscle twitches. Once they calmed down a bit, 5ish minutes later and I swear I’m not lying, fuckin Thriller by Michael Jackson played on the radio.

I woke up at 2am because my Great Dane is way into my personal space. I woke him up, put my heated blanket on, and tried to go back asleep. Thrice this happened when he eventually slipped back into my area to cuddle. But I don’t want to cuddle when there’s a fuckin 200lb dog trying to sleep across my legs. It’s 3:20, am I awake for the day now?

It’s really fucking sad that I have 2 days off a week, and I feel obligated to clean and run errands instead of relaxing. There’s no energy after work 5 days of the week. I can’t risk “losing” a day off to naps and tv. I’m on day 1 of my vacation, and I already went for a walk and cleaned the upstairs of my house. But doing that during the work week? Impossible without a nap. Then my family complains “you sleep too much”, maybe if you haven’t met someone who works as hard as me, yeah. I do sleep a lot. I sleep a lot as a mother of 2 kids and a having full time job. I get really tired after waking up early in the morning to take care of my job, then my kids, and my house and family. Sometimes I have more drive than others. I was walking 3 miles after work everyday, and that was nice, but as it is currently, I haven’t been able to for even one day a week. Give me the promise of 7 solid days off, and that was the first thing I did today. 6 am. 3 mile walk. I loved it. I felt like I could spend the day however I wanted without the worry of calling myself a lazy fat bitch.

I had 6 fuckin cups of coffee today and no water and now I have a headache but there’s beer in the fridge and we’re having pot roast so 🤷‍♀️

Not to be dramatic, but I think I’d rather jump off a bridge than put my laundry away

Having a period is like getting kidnapped and tortured for a week, then when you’re happy it’s ending, you get kicked out of the moving car.

Latuda is a lifesaver, and it took me 2 years taking different antipsychotics to get my insurance company to cover it. However, I do have tardive dyskinesia, and it is getting worse. I also have severe jaw clenching/stiffness/pain, which I take benztropine for. Switching is not an option. There isn’t another antipsychotic that can handle my bipolar depression. Also I switched to Trident gum because they had more flavors, I usually chew orbit. Holy shit, Trident gets so hard after 30 min. I feel like I bruised my jaw from just chewing gum, Jesus