LOL!! I definately didn't feel that way. Nerontin made me so danged loopy. I ran a red light. Sheesh. I couldn't function.

There is something out there. Even if it's non-pharmacuetical. Like Bobi's idea of changing my mind set.

I would like to seriously take the time to find a yoga class. Or Ti Chi. Something to work the sad, sore muscles and teach me a little concentration.

uugh. Still a teeny bit manic. eeeeeee Can't hold still and crawling in my own skin. And the valum is making the achey pain unbearable. I wonder if clonapin has teeny doses like valum? Wesley's clonapin is such a high dose that it knocks me out. (the pdoc had me try it for awhile.)

My husband so does not need the added stress of me wigging. His ex is pcychotic right now and is calling the house constantly. I swear, when she gets ill, he is the only one she can think of to call. Poor dear.

At least Wes is stable. He freaks when I am not. So I try not to say anything to anyone. They get all diss-combooberated.

Thank you all. I don't have anywhere else to vent or let out all of these crazy, disjointed thoughts. I have warned the people around me what's up, but don't go into details. They will try to mother me. And that will flip me out and them.

aaahhhh.

5 more days. I can do this. Maybe everything will switch off in the mean time.

*sound of airplane crashing and large explosion. I am crashing.