Well, for starters, I went off my anti-psychotic. Funny thing, it had actually been making me crazier. To the point where my friends, family and husband were about ready to tell me to piss off for good. So, since I couldn’t afford the refill, I just quit cold turkey. That was about a month ago. Other than a few things that medication can’t fix, I feel great! I’m not manic for the first time in almost a year.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is that I am a terrible friend. I have a friend that is in the hospital pretty much all the time. It hurts me too much to go see her because I can’t bear to watch her slowly die. Which is what this feels like. Surgery after surgery after surgery. Nothing seems to help.
Most everything else in my life is on hold while I deal with that and prepare for Dragon*Con. I am once again going to be part of the Greek Mythology cosplay group. Cosplaying as Hestia for the second year in a row. Completely revamped my costume to make it more comfortable for walking in a long parade in the Atlanta sun. It is not even close to historically accurate, but that is the beauty of cosplay. Maybe pictures after D*C is over.