tickin' along...

It's been almost a month exactly since we last spoke, O' internetz. Let me tell you how things are going.

I started taking meds about 7 weeks ago now, to help manage my disorder. I am still doing what they call a "ramp up" in medication, because one of the possible (although very very rare) side effects of Lamictal is a potentially deadly necrotizing rash. I know, fun, right?

This ramp up has been particularly difficult. I have taken meds before, for depression. This isn't the same thing. At all. I didn't feel any different for a while, and then when my dosage increased I had what basically amounted to a 2 week panic attack. Now, I'm past that phase, but still "ramping up" to my final dose. It's going to take another 6 weeks. Great. Right at the start of Fall Quarter. Awesome.

Things feel pretty bleak. Maybe it's the weather. I got some great summer in for the 3 weeks we had sun. Katy and I bought a raft and went to Toad Lake. I hiked along the trail at North Lake Whatcom a few times and went swimming in the cool water. I laid in the yard, drinking beer with lime in it and sangria I made in a plastic pitcher. I went to Jalapeno's a few times and sat outside with a margarita and good friends and got drunk well into the warm night. I have gone on drives, gone for long runs, and worked on my tan, soaking up as much vitamin D as I can.

And now it's August, and the nice weather seems to have deserted us. It's been rainy and cold the last week. At the start of this cold snap, we had a pretty fantastic thunder storm that dumped rain on us like it was coming out of a giant bucket, but that doesn't seem like enough to justify the craptastic week after.

So, I'm plugging along. Yesterday I got a marriage proposal from a homeless man who has been coming in to give me random gifts. When I told him I was already married, he ran out of the shop in a huff. He came back in a while later, shaking and crying, and demanded his things back, and told me I broke his heart. It actually really upset me, even though I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Today is John's 26th birthday. I am waiting for him to wake up so we can go out to breakfast. Maybe I'll get up in a while and bake a cobbler. I don't know. I can't lay in bed here all morning, but I know that's what John wants.

I started with writing in me but it appears to have left.