I’m still feeling a teensy bit woozy, but nothing dire. And it’s warmed up enough (in the house, at least) for me to be happy to chug a few mugs of water to try and flush my system.
Past that, things are alright. I decided to risk my sanity by posting an opinion on Facebook, and it seems to be inciting a good conversation. That’s a relief; I dislike Facebook because I feel people are vicious to each other over the stupidest crap. But as most of my friends are still there rather than saner places like G+, I *try* to politely involve myself as much as I can because I do care about engaging my friends. Granted, I can’t do it that often because the noise ratio is wearying, and my brain balks at letting me filter out too many people (what can I say, the bipolar hates filters). I wish it weren’t — I ofttimes feel alienated because I cannot engage with my friends as much as I’d like, and I watch them play and chatter at each other and am saddened to be reminded that taking care of myself means I have to spend a lot of time on Isolation Island.
*doinks brain* Hey, hey now. I’m trying to say that I’m doing alright, and you pull out that sort of sad self-pitying crap. *grumps*
Ah well, such is life with a bipolar brain. It’s the joy of ever-constant vigilance against that shady friend who likes to sucker punch you when you think things are sorted! Having said that, I’m going to go over here *points thaddaway* and get back to working. That should shoosh you up for now. Also, totally thanks for making me sound like I have multiple personalities, ha ha. But I think that’s common with those of us having bipolar — by personifying our brains and the disorder, it makes it easier to feel slightly less like you’re playing a game of ‘Stop Hitting Yourself!’.