It was pretty bad

It rained pretty hard last night, the bayous got up pretty far but no flooding.  I did worry a little, though. 

I woke up with a headache, I'm not sure if that's due to the pizza or the weather.  Maybe both.  I took some generic headache tablets.  The caffeine helped boost me out of the depression. 

I am certain every bipolar victim is a caffeine abuser.  How could we not abuse it? 

I did my God time and took my shower.  I did my "upper lip" beauty treatment.  Normally I don't bother but I saw a woman with a mustache the other day and it was pretty off-putting. 

I try to comport myself, even when depressed, as if Ron might regain his vision at any moment.  If he suddenly got his sight back, would he run screaming? 

I don't worry too much about hands; I just trim my nails and leave them natural.  My feet:  I have a corn on my left foot, I rub it with a pumice stone regularly.  I trim my toenails.  Good enough. 

My hair is really simple now, great when I'm depressed.  Even on truck day it was easy to brush it a few times and get it ordered. 

I did some more work on my afghan while I waited.  I will "run out of yarn" about the same time I will 1.  Be utterly sick of it and 2.  Have it up to a good size.  Good. 

Then I think I'll do my Dad's afghan.  It will be (he never reads the blog) this:

Stranded with black.  It will be an interesting mix, and very different from my shades of blue. 

Then probably my mauve and cream, then the more subdued shades of blue.  At some point I want to do this:

with some black, also. 

See, this is the thing I like about my medication.  Yes, I am depressed, but I can still think about my next project.  I can do the laundry. 

I remember once asking Ron would he rather I did laundry or washed dishes, because I couldn't do both.  He told me laundry.  We got disposable plates, which we still use. 

It was pretty bad. 

I used to go to work and sit in the stockroom, on a milk crate, too depressed to even think about stocking the vending machines. Sometimes merchandise expired before I even had a chance to stock it.  Bad times. 

These days, life still sucks when I'm depressed, but at least I can think about my next project. 

I'll take what I can.