Thur., another day at the ranch
Mood:  blue
Summer stretches on and still no end in sight to the heat or the endless doctor visits in my life.
Tomorrow marks visit number 27 and still no diagnosis as to what is actually wrong with me. I guess I can be happy I have the bipolar because at least with that I have a label. I guess its important to have labels so treatment can commence. That is the problem with the other illness, treatment cannot commence until all the dr. get their little heads together to actually decide on a name for what I have and no one is willing or able to go that far yet. Meanwhile I feel that I am a burden to both family and frieds as I am a drudge who is always feeling lousy, can't go out and do what I used to do and can't even handle housework most days. At least the bipolar is under control! Yippee! My therapist and I celebrated that today. One aspect of my life is in order. But only because I'm heavily medicated. Maybe Hunter S. Thompson had it right. Heavily medicate and you will be fine.