emomom, I'm seeing pdoc next week rather than next month, but that's my last appointment for the year so I'm high and dry after that.

Do you know Terri Cheney is? Wrote the book "Manic"? I just emailed her. We'll see if she ever responds. I thought she'd be interesting to write to. Lucky that she got her book published. He situation was one of extremes: Tied down to a bed, charcoal in tube into stomach, wandered out into cold lake in not much clothes... Makes my life with bipolar seem tame. I sent her a copy of a few of my blog posts, first of which is:

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Whirling Wipers

Walking through the fog I breathe in its viscosity. The cars drive one way- a wiper swipes- then the other whooshing by. They don't exist. I can walk between the most and air as it overburdens my lungs, thick. The air blows around my ankles and is soothing. Whirling through the cars like the fog. Like the ghost that I am. I don't exist. Time changes. Every bit of what I am and was and could be are now one. I take another step. One. Two. The lights change. The fog lays low, cuddling around the hard bright surfaces of metal. I step again. Red.... Green. Step. Whoosh! Honk! I am free! Time and I are one. I step again.... Breathe in that thick air. Stop.

I'm glad you've avoided the hospital.

I'm out at Starbucks typing on my friend's laptop. I am glad to see you around.

My mom's husband comes home today after major surgery. He will be sleeping in the middle of the house and being 'fragile' for weeks, I'm sure, so my mom will be all about "Kevin".... Ugh. I understand that he had surgery, but life must go on and we can't all be muted simply because he's in the middle of the house. But, I guess we'll see how it goes. That's just my guess.