Cuddles with my other monkey child.

You have no idea how hard it was to get this picture!

The pdoc told me that what I was unfortunately normal, for someone who was coming down from a manic high. He said it depended on how long I was manic for how long I will be depressed or something like that.

I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying much attention after that. I’m still trying to get used to this disease.

He told me the best thing is to ride it. Just as long as I don’t act on my idealations or intrusive thoughts. I guess I’ll be fine.

He didn’t up my meds, said he wanted to see how things were. To see if I got another manic episode: aka he hates me.

Or whatever. I should stop. I love my pdoc, he’s like my gramps would be if I ever had one.

So here I go just riding the magenta funk machine. The suckiest ride known to man. Anyone know how to stop?