Until today, I was unaware that I have followers on here. I assume it is similar to Facebook where I post and it appears on a timeline. Snippets of my life that are less than pleasing, mixed with a spoonful of dread (at times). Went to the Doctor today. I explained that latuda turned me into someone who yelled a lot and well….broke shit. I took myself off of it and went back to just anxiety and for some reason I cannot comprehend…depression. I was given a sample of viibryd.
DID YOU KNOW that you could have a test where the inside of your mouth is swabbed and DNA is taken? From this, they can give you a report of what Drugs may work better for you. I had no idea until I had it done. I am random this evening. I was good…all of a sudden the room spun…I waited for it to go back to normal and before I knew it, I was hugging the wall. I checked my BP 175/129…not good. Forgot my BP medication today. Usually, it is controlled.
I shall leave you with one of my...NO...two of my fav quotes:
"My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can." - Cary Grant
Living is a pretty grim joke, but a joke just the same. The entire function of man is to survive. The outermost limit of endeavor is creative work. Anything less is too close to simple survival until death happens along. So I am engaged in striving to maintain equilibrium sufficient to at least realize survival in a way to astound the gods. I turned the thing up so it's up to me to survive in a big way . . . Foolishly perhaps, but determined none the less, I have high hopes of smashing my name into history so violently that it will take a legendary form even if all books are destroyed. -L Ron Hubbard