Did I say a few tears were a good thing? I realized today I’ve been sobbing all week. I cried on Monday because my mouth hurt so much. I cried on Tuesday because the universe was all in my face about not having kids and how everyone else can (I know that’s not right, but that’s what the universe was telling me). I bawled this morning because I was having very painful back spasms. I sobbed this afternoon while I was reading Elsie Dinsmore! Sheesh!!!! And I cried tonight while I was watching Glee. Mercedes, I love you. You’re my hero.
Maybe the doctor does need to up my dosage of that one medicine. I realized I’m always one brief push away from a torrent of tears, crying as much as Elsie Dinsmore cries. And that’s a sad, scary thing. Bipolar sucks, in case you were wondering. It really farking sucks.